black/white

Thw sun told the king of all kings
when he was in an orgy
the he was still alone

and the beat poet
took down his black shoes
when he saw the mad man
talk to the weather man

the painter, painted there last sunset
when he watched a child
laughing at an animal defecating

my grandfather once said
"That you can answer everything
with a clicha, so have sex."
and that it a true story