Grey sky dark sky
Like the blanket on my sofa in the foggy sunrise
Like the ocean waters of coming and going
Like the bracelets on this wrist, is it mine
Like the eyes fresh tingly sad resolute and not
Coffee where are thou
Times of taste unabashed and gay now a vinyl record
Or perhaps it is only today.
So I shall invent a place where the coffee and strong wind are real as never
And life giving
And generating the warmth that I need for the breath to be full
I am going to start by painting a furry being from that flying story.