Dressed in rough bags
of burlap the prince sees
the future
turning to his valet
he farts loudly and quickly
leaves the meadow
after that life
after that life
stopped being one
ceremony after all
began to find mice in the
fields to talk to and cry with
tell about his death at the hands of his
right hand
-John Murray 2013
Mid-Summer largess finds the artist in need of inspiration!
Next week scour your mind and heart for new forms of expression.
See you next week. john.
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