Submissions by soundtouch

That place in which our affection is inspired
that place where our silliness is encouraged
that place where we play like children
That is a place called fun
where they celebrate sweethearts and dorks
where they eat chocolate yogurt and icecream off forks
where stuffed animals can speak their voice
where the names of sauces and plants dance out of our mouths like orange ribbons in the sky
where kisses are currency and silly lovers get rich by making out
where the dreamers draw with
pictures of Dolphins and piano’s on the back of their lover’s ears...

The International date line slices the globe like a cold cut
-68* faranheit at a height of 39,000 feet, trying to get comfy in this seat-swolen feet floating through the shadow of the Bering Sea
thirty one hundred miles from San Francisco, twenty two from Tokyo
somewhere above and between Anchorage-Honolulu and Guam
Int'l date line bending my perception of time
735 mph, recycled air and sparkling wine- Invisible international date line
The Sun rises and sets at the same time!? Perpetual twilight-monotonous midnight
     Lose a day     gain a day
Jettin for...