OilSeed Rape

Created in Paint.net ©2017 Andrew Watkins

Where?

Pretty, pretty boy sing Pretty, pretty boy spread your wing Pretty, pretty boy learn how to fly The swirlies procreate with my devotion. Good-bye! You’re in motion all around me Making faces that your pleased to meet me And your work rate is ferocious. A bead of sweat leaves my eye from enscaling your coordinates motion.

The Fly Or Me?

I feel the heat of your words and the pull upon my skin and in my mind, a memory seared into the butter of my brain. How can I reach those same heights as before? In echoes, a fly buzzes in my ear. My pot is empty. What should I call this plenty? of movement

Bzzzz!

Your Close-up

Your’e Doin’ Alright 2 -Alcoholic Fly -Pernod

Your’e Doin’ Alright!

  Little Fly Thy summer’s play, My thoughtless hand Has brush’d away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing; Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath; And the want Of thought