Get It

Sometimes there’s little to draw on
We get hungry
Peckish
Looking for nourishment
Waiting for wages
That will never come
“I’ve paid myself”
With a little help.
We feel we know the way it is for you
Though we don’t speak your language entirely
Creating sound shapes
Brittle squishy we’re all a little wishy
Lots of different things
Life you can stop and start when you like
Can’t help it got to do it
Get It.

Jelly tot

Jelly tot

Influences Of Love

Note

Note

Playing guitar or chasing dust
Painting to washing up
Drying oil bugs me
A picture emerges
Without relating , it as no reality
Got to be able to relate to the picture
People or something else
Connections.

Value
Always had trouble spelling
He bought me a I Pad
Fretting about the folding stuff
Holds me back
Keep pish’ing it out
Conscious though edit for me
Words don’t stop the vehicle moving
Could be jumbled
Convey thought don’t worry about not knowing the cleverest words
Now going to wash up.