art school

I still play with blocks, roll

cars along the boards of the living room,

a horse on all fours I sing,

swing, slide, see-

saw at the park with my

friend; colour in within

lines, outside them to be,

expansive of course.

 

But you’re not thinking:

Does he really do this shit

or is it a metaphor for fucking

                                                art? are you.

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