A poem fires up photoshop.

A poem is a picture — I read madras glow
Coats — albino kittens hitting crescendos annoying cringing robots.
Drown me out, speed bags. Drown and kiss the cleft, sanguinary as dissolvents —
Making lock up toxic.

What a night! No problem
I slurp eating what’s reflected in your mind.    

Milk white saucers containing light — ergo
The dreamboat approach never grows stale.
You just don’t patent it.