Abstract Expressionism : The Formative Years

Sussurations keep still, filtered light shining on water.

A blue grown up without control,

A fit of fidgets, coughs and things that don't keep still, stay well.

Rules can't be broken unless they're lyrically done.

Thirty one blue lights, two broken bulbs;

Incomplete thoughts lay tangent against the ganglion, waitingfornothing.

Gosh, what bullshit.