once I was an artist
in the distant long ago
in that never knowing time
not knowing where we
were going to room live
for how cheapest long
eating spice poverty
living on food specials
artistic wet dreams
phantom words
never pity paid rents
lined skint lives
once I was an artist
living on paradise words
pulse beat artistic visions...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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