Colourful Poetry

There are no rules in how to write.
Those that say there are, know not,
They wear blue suits and speak well.

Do not allow person, any tell you
- sing, paint, write, mould how to.
The eye of the spectator will nod give

Poets. Sprinkle on a dirty institution. Colour.
Who could not inspire a fly to land on faeces.
Write what you must, come a powerful float.

- They see you in dreams re-floating signs,
The dirt, silt and seaweed fall- off to reveal;
A coloured word that should heal the purist form,

Deep- sea searching of ones soul. New rock' n' roll?
Find a writing so clean that germs are attracted,
A monster. Something new in yesteryear. Tomorrow.