The Hungry Artist

Moving object in the sideline

of my vision

Slam foot on brake

Weight

They say you see

bright lights

White

If that don’t kill ya’

somethin’ else will

make light

Don’t make light

of what you see

when speed

timing and gravity

Meet

Scream

Rag-doll my body

Weight makes light

so that your heavy

Pressing

wrests meaningless whispers

from my chest

and ever light steps