Getting there

Getting there -– it’s a kind of a going wrongly right but I found myself hunkering after hard-assed things like Cars and Stars to hang my hat and self by, many such things left behind, begging to be lost and found but most all to sail off into the bluest blue like rain-- so grows my heart in my head and so sleep and slept and be gone. So paint we nature, motherfucker and all. You damn well better come and preach Good Sorrow, making the lines purr – I know you understand.