
Online for the fed;
street corners for the starving;
all artists need walls.

Online for the fed;
street corners for the starving;
all artists need walls.

Colourful, shiny;
a possession to posses—
material things

Scrawled in history,
engraved into memory,
the human footprint.

Dripping icicles;
chilly shards run down my spine—
my whiskey blossoms.

The street smart artist—
soul on lowly alleyways;
body in high-rise.