I'm an artist.

I'm messy.

 conflicted.

 I'm logically senseless. 

  I make black white and white black.

 Im every snap every clap.

 I bring near far and far near.

My mouth the gun, your heart the ear. 

Watch how I shoot,might take it straight to the dome, or straight to the hoop.

 I am the divide between them and they, 

past and present,

 imaginary and real. 

My words are your fingertips so that we all can feel.

 I am the real deal.

 I am the silent tears on a summer night.

 I am the last blow in a fist fight.

 I am the vinegar to an open wound. 

I am the dreaded verdict that came to soon.

I am the awe in a full moon.

,the jitters on Christmas eve,

I am the relief after a sneeze. 

I am the raindrops on treeptops,

 the bass when the beat drops, 

the tic when when clock tocs

 the key when the doors locked.

artist

 The .. drunk of sunsets daydreamer

,lyrics fly through my mind like bike streamers.

deep thinker

height seer 

 artist

with every part of my lip

slur of spit

sway of my hip

i art.

till death will i part

from the breath that i breathe

that art be my work 

and all of my being.