#1911 - drinking in

 

1911

6.84

25.iii.25

drinking in

for wise surprise

 

strange time of year

 

fresh out of seasons

 

a day to make and unmake music

 

can’t you see there’s an escape to make?

 

the weather is perpetual here

 

why depict?

it just takes you out of the picture

 

the seen, the heard, felt, touched too

all irrelevant, all past

 

and they may say I am too

 

I am to the moment making

I’d rather be in the blank of when

and go again

 

keep a tin of old housepaint in the shed

just in case

 

drink in my skyful here