Art Student
Art student or dashing sleek lass
Which are you
Which do you yearn to be
Or like me
A serenity seeker
Addicted to temporary loneliness
Wade in this airy temple
Where doom disappears
And escapes arrive between the ears
The inexplicable tricks that
Post-modernism can play
On a ragged psyche
So Lassie, I salute you
Honk, err, sigh
If you feel the same.
(5/6/10)
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