i had to get crazy

to think like a million dollar business

to fill hip pockets.

engineers drink brews

as well as pipe fitters.

here i am

sipping on a brew,

and bringing on a starlit crew,

leaving a splash

on blue lines

leaving the smoke,

where white is a lantern

in the summer winds,

where money is stacked

in bank vaults.

it’s just a dream

where rainbows consider rainbows,

and crazy gets crazy.