as of late the sky ate all it's greyness.
everything is blue now.
everything is white.

everything is so suddenly saturated with taste that I cannot even prefer which to choose.

the list:
widows
windows
whores
wars
wives waiting
lovers waiting
waiting
bathtubs
graveyards
gardens
sailing away
perched birds
jetting rocks
sea salt smell
sailors sheets
lighthouse bricks
old lace
soft pouted lips
fingertips
weepy dreamy eyes
weeping
scuba suits
crusty paintbrushes
plugs
people with no names
people with no faces
men with their sleeves rolled up
pocketwatches
growing seeds
pearly nightgowns
children's hands
willows
beanstalks
books too worn in to read
dog tounges
crisp tights crisp heels
cream in milk

these are the list.
there is more.
but that is all. for now.