Vapor Trail Dreams From Paper Airplanes

Do you see what I see that’s not my line either It maybe the reality foaming from the ether I am glad you’re not in mine for your sakes The picture is not good like fire and stakes but for the title I will fly this error plane as the colorful streams flow into the beams of pure delight I write to enter yours it seems just behind the color lies the unknown as the subtle webbing begins to be flown A back flip and a quick trip to the grocery store Your mind is spinning uncontrollably in yore and when at last you find the door it rescinds and the color fades as haze to your chagrins as vapor in the wind a kamikaze descends A bomb with your name on your lap me friends