poesy for the poor

in spirit

in humility
in the arts

in the life
and times

of one of the most
ecentric men
you'll ever read about
he likes to wake up

to two bowls of cerial

dash off to classes
where he studies the music

then its home to record
songs then
stays up to the wee hours
penning poems
and drawing
portriats of faces he
can't get out
his head

and one moment is
overwhelmed
into the
last year
of life
where
things are
safe to say
the most interestingthey've been
since he ran out of milk
and used beer
in that two bowls of





cerial.