Incapacitated
waiting, wondering what colours you’ll paint next
They say drunk is a truth sayer, do they?
A serum, potion, say what you will
Drink me down and tell me your woes in wildness – what it’s like to be an artist
I see it with eyes wide open
At best when I am blind, myself
See you, in lyrical vividity
and wonder if it reflects back
Ripples in a pool
Or a mirror on the shelf
Gin and Tulips 
It’s always good to hear from you, G&T.
Ah, thank you. Hope you’re well!
I am. It’s all weird, but everyone’s well.
I am usually champion weirdness but this weird is also incredibly boring and a little bit frightening. But mostly all the boring.