are taught to believe all it takes
to become a true artist is to master
the three facets of art: the art of line,
lines of chemical rainbow trails
lines of adderall and long nights,
lines of schizophrenic walks
through boxy streets, Lines spreading,
making room for mastering the art
of shape. Crushed beer cans on the
shape of sinking porches, add in
stunted butts, sprinkle percosetts
across the curved ground
Artists are shaping themselves
around the forms of cigarette smoke.
Form flutters, ghostly gypsy dancing
rises toward empty space.
Graduate with the mastery of form
acid drop tripping living and day-
dreaming forms struggle to create
recreate recreate until they combust,
pray that its considered high aesthetic art.