a music, a painting

how free do you feel about saying fuck off?
leaning into the wind of the stare of another?
tell some shithead he’s a stupid sucker

i’m a music
i’m a painting
this is an “is” thing it ain’t an “ain’t” thing
how do you know if you’re a true blood cool cat?
rocking a suit and a sharp hat

how do you make the melodies work?
licking a trick, escaping being a jerk
sometimes you step up and sometimes you lurk
sometimes the day is drowned in murk

some days you’re a windscreen hit of sunlight