once I was an artist
walking razor blades
between poverty lines
sliding down gutsy
razor sharp razor blades
using balls as breaks
artists living on nickles dims
stretching resources elastic bands
to perishable rim winter limits
breaks snap irreparable breaks
deleted mass unsponsored artists
no patron no fame no incomes
too many words rushing waters
chokes muddies empty tills
sa la vie unrecognized artists...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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