Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Art is laughter
Art is light
Art is all
But its’ not uptight.

It feels like mud
And smells like rain.
It kicks in, then tickles
Just like champagne.

That thrilling freshness
So hard to find.
An ocean of color with
First love intertwined.

It dances and shines
Like no one’s staring.
It giggles and spits
It’s just so daring.

Art that moves in
Should be awake and alive.
Like cupcakes or sunlight
Without it –I wouldn’t survive.