Sunday, 20th. 3.35pm.
Above my bed, a window stand.
Mr J. paints how the sky feels
for three pounds and some eels.
Sit with me on my bed made of sand.
Printings of feelings. Find Mr J.
Observe how the sky feels today.
Happiness; Blue without any clouds.
It's easy to swim in this infinite blue.
Love; it's a sunset Mr J. is painting.
Rose, red, orange, violet, green, blue.
Mr J. is everywhere and it occurs that
i have the same feelings as the sky
everytime Mr J. speaks with me.