Lucid

How much water has to seep soil mud for my roots to get a drink ....

My view was a drug induced fish eye in court room chambers, heavy breaths.

soap in a sock to the stomach feels a whole lot like asthma. A judge telling me who i am while pill filling me xans and stealing my plasma,

And the way these images have lain in my minds library makes my eyes read wide; a whole lot like cameras.

What a landscape.

I see : silver tongue and cheek silhouetted in predicates on the side walk and streets,

sterling smiles in the faces of the roughed,

faces in the walls when it's rough,

Lucid stains to stable eyes.

So I paint.