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JaxSpade
Poems
Jul 2019
Drawing Crowds
Drawing crowds
I'm the painter in the park
Where no one is around
I'm painting the trees
In the silent sound
And the breeze
Under the birds wings
Is wondering
Where everbody is
I sat there brushing fades
And texures
In the nature of myself
I stared at the canvas
And saw the big picture
With my signature
Insignificant to how it would sell
Drawing crowds
The skinny of invisible
Scribbled in spirals
Downward falling up
I painted so equivocal
With an assidous passion
That oscillated
Back and forth
Yet I couldn't draw a crowd
With faces homeostasis
In any need to stick around
It appears it's ineluctable
I'm a fruit that's a vegetable
Someone planted in a wound
That wouldn't sprout
And I'm a cartoon
Animated in a cell
Of pomegranate and pale
I'm a hotel
Thats sleeps on the weekend
When everyone comes to town
I'm the street when your knees
Fall and scrape the ground
I am the crowd
Assembling at the foot of my doubt
I could never draw anything
With a hope to help
Anyone out
Drawing crowds
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