Things of Life

I no longer wait for things. Just live. A form of graceful float, Going around road's bumps.  Not stuck on one thing, loosing another, and maybe getting hit, Keeping the whole picture.  There is always the something else, the yet not seen. Don't wait!

What are the colors of your dreams? Purple and green. They squeeze through the bars of the window Into my slumbery head, Scared of the shouts of the oilmen. Who put an oil well in the back of my garden, Like a scarecrow...? To banish away poetry... What am I gonna do with it? Some modern art, industrial design maybe, To go well with the trend... go figure...