Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I sneak out
the artist's
window,
after curfew,
every night,
baited by
mortality's
restrictions.
I draw
pictures of us there,
sing to them,
backed by,
orchestra,
of pain, sorrow,
captivity.
I hang my
masterpieces,
in secret,
tree museums,
where infinity echos,
along fatality's walls,
in perfect accoustics.

i sneak out my window at night and paint my own name on the moonlight, carve it into the flesh on my own arm, i scream out my own name in the privacy of night when i find myself locked out of these me museums; time capsules erected in memory of who i once wanted to be, access denied, username and password are not recognized, please verify identity, your network connections are restricted at this time, due to the elephant being bitten bitten by a fly.

the letters of my uol password
don´t say me nothing yet
(wait...maybe the last three...)
I don´t know how my memory works
anyway

Pourin words,
over my dead gardens.

My pools
of meaningless,
stagnant verse,
via pregnant
hearse.

Breeding grounds
indeed,
my wild seed,
for better
or worse,
in your ivy
covered curse ......

pushed to the back,
covered up in the tracks,
of your underthemoonwhacks,
I'm a hack.

I've no regrets,
but dont' forgets,
flies,
even elephant bitten,
still keep on
buzzin back.....


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