I think surrealism was born of alcohol The world looks unbelievable when intoxicated Impossibly intricate, complex and simple The shapes of the line that might define the borders of the world Seems uncertain shifting and sublime, Objectively subject to change
Depth becomes shallow and Focus is moved from one thing to another Beautiful women, lights on cars, They flow and merge in the open night And become one with the twinkling bright Of the moon and the distant stars
Energy is movement and light And it all goes one to the other. The stranger is friend and now heβs my brother Bartender! Please bring me another