I want to go to the woods

But when I go to the woods
My body wants to go to the body

It’s like a drinking game
Except the drink is water

This planet is that kind of situation

Delivering more of what you have too much
First bloom, then petals falling
And the onset of the interminable season

I want what you have
I have it
What I don’t have
Is you having it

Too much invitation to too short party
A game with no rules only good intentions

Have you ever won friends or influenced people

Breaching the bubble
Without popping the bubble

How much to thin the glycerine?

Cat in a catacomb
Baby in the babeadrome
Swan who swans in the swanning

I have so many memories of that future

My painting is a song about a poem