tribute to Claude Monet..

The mid-day rays are fun like fingers
fingers like pens of colors of friends
and Olive Willow wane
from coast to Adam's Ale
Top a dozen ships
Top two dozen bails
To have the scene.

Amount the wooden paces
abridge blue songs of loose laces
tie the sides of polar faces
confer the instruments of dreams

and all the while the wheel
of day turns down
flat still shivering colors to flee and sounds
to serve elation.

In a nod
I turned around
fashioned a gaze
at the lady that holds my dreams
I came
down from between the drifts
to see her off

And as she goes
she'll be lost
backwards and blue
with comedy

I suppose being authentic isn't like just living smart.
I suppose you have to set yourself small and early, there just isn't enough life out there to put it all together.
The tiger lily is a beautiful flower..but it has no fucking idea.

Sleep on the floor for once
Ask yourself questions
Build
Agree
Binge meaning
Breathe
get reborn..