we set an anchor as a precaution against the unexpected
a fake patina is used to authenticate fake experience
we are taught to trust certain things; and not notice a screw is missing
we try to adjust our eyes to see in the fog we should use our ears
for hours each day the morning glory shows off for cars that can’t see
we would never ask the squash plant to grow apples but we might think it
there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
we ignore the cracks in the out-of-mind places ‘til something grows there
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
a fresh idea doesn’t come from the same well as stale ideas
uptown jack 