Summertime not postulate.
Summertime not delineate.
Turn up the volume on this song to match the volume of the sun.
Cicadas. Grasshoppers. Swim in humid wilderness. Run through dusty canyons. Picnic on hot dreams. Paper wasps, yellow jackets.
Turn up the volume. Don't talk so much.
Live to dream in a beauty of heat.
I like to let my colors mix right down on low slow so while I wait for the palette to condense I make a new dress for Wood #1.
Poets, Punks & Philosophers!
Send us your words.
We'll cut them up, regurgitate them & publish them. If the alleged words are adamantine we'll publish at face value & let them simmer.