crazy means hell or not
I see rain as falling rainbows
and clouds as eyebrows
and black and white as
mixtures
of grey of peach pie and mustard greens and
oysters and pork rinds
to be eaten devoured
tasted a palette I suppose
of obstacles seen as challenges
as hills as things to  climb
as  dark as sight is in the night
with dawn on the horizon.
All suns are bright all pies sweet
all taste is keenly inspired,
I write to expand the palette
demand that all taste
the differences.