Balls in Flight

Hello, my fellow internet travelers! This is my first post. I hope you enjoy it and much as I had fun in writing it. Not all my poems are "fun," of course. I traverse a wide landscape of emotions and sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I cry, and sometimes I pray for others.

I hope you enjoy my poem. It may seem excruciatingly long, and few of you may have the stomach to read the whole thing, let alone understand it. Believe me, I have the same emotions! So, let your emotional intelligence believe upon itself and allow me to take you on a poetic adventure through the mind's eye.

I call this one, "Balls in Flight."

Balls in flight,
and
the tomatoe juice flows
like red
red
buttery wine.

I tingle...
do you
see
me
laugh?

My love,
come back to the fold;
it is the honorary
that you bestow
upon thee.

Some say
and
I
quote:
Your
emotions
are not as valid
as mine.

I say:
"Balls in flight."

Some say:
get out of your own way,
troubador.

I say,
"Balls...
in flight."

Bring me the tomatoe juice
and a
really
comfortable sweater.

Allow me a coffee
and
I will tell you
the world

as
I
know
it.

Speak to me
butterfly wine
that you drain like
a cityscape
all in tatters,
dusky
and
hallucinogenic.

Do you
know how
the swallow
spits?

I
say
Balls in flight.