eight of February 2012
Artists Night
Green neon light
Shining through window slight
While alarm slowly annoys
People raise voice
The red haired next to me
Has a beer I see
This golden liquor
Like wine but vanishes quicker
Evening working late
Art and space we rate
Date and numbers wrong
Techno makes a good song
Cigarette buds around
Mixed with empty cans on ground
Some sneak away
To get some more for the ashtray
Hope they come back we pray
Others working on a sign gray
Subtitles it does say
We want art if we may
Only the one with the hat
Has money he said
We will be glad
If we don’t go mad
What is insecurity
If we never reach maturity
All sitting on floor
Splattered with paint gore
Thinking just thinking
Just let perfection sink in