Hosing Cigarette butts
and brain matter off the asphalt
in the parking lot
                 from those who painted blindly
from their third story windowsills

You kids, who mourn
the loss of some delusion
of art in memory
                  of yourselves
now seek the redemption
of a summertime soliloquy  

Mary Fahey/Michael Sinclaire. March 2013.

all is worthy
of our courtesy
whether it's an ally,
or those we deem
as archenemies;
whether it's admiration,
or malevolence
—do not shame
your honour
for something
not even worth
your time and;
let kindness
ablaze your heart.

—A.R Sinclaire