A Hearty Valent Sign

Ah what fair moan laden fantasy lassitude looms large if this chaste ole buoy got cornered into an alleyway by a bevy of beefy buxom babes dead set on hounding this doggone codger anyway shape or form eying sole asylum madly sprinting thru a narrow cookie cutter archway overlooking a multilane beltway risky business risking life and limb leaping the immense height to make a breakaway inevitably configuring myself into unrecognizable Rorschach Test, when ganged up by goo goo dolls suddenly become permanently faraway unless of course some fluke, disguised a big yellow bird rescues yours truly talons linkedin to flesh pot, a gateway timed perfectly with what I surmised as doomed getaway, though while dangling aloft (imagining myself sanity clause) minus the reindeer sleigh trademark accouterment and nary a giveaway, but no idea when... aerial salvation halfway to destination thinking, perchance mebbe adventure will comprise entering a wormhole hatchway, an out of this world experience, and without doubt the most remote hideaway, a thought raced thru my mind this captive within hinterlands of space/time could be heading along the highway to hell, no matter where pathway takes this beastie boy even if fate somehow finds me in Rockaway or possibly alternate universe of said placename nothing infuses Earthling with greater excitement than feeling like a truant proud runaway entranced by the infinite skyway analogous to ascending stairway to heaven, only for this celestial stowaway that does land him smack dab straightaway into a parallel dimension wafting my buttonose with decor of dames intent to commence cupid ditty underway coon scent of woman actually ache'n since commencement of this "FAKE" quasi poem.