soak up the sun when you can, no, no, no, not for a tan lest your vanity replace such absolute gravity soak up the sun for when else can your truly bathe in starlight not at night- not from the moon- for that is just a hiding reflection a pale excuse while you snooze.
and sometimes, you think, you clink, your tool, you fool, just love it, bring it in, the sunshine, ya feel me ? (oh and by the way I call this staccato poetry, so that is on purpose, it is the way I hear it in my mind when I write it)… as always your thoughts are appreciated, if you think I am a putz, that’s ok, I might disagree even, on most days…