every time i take a walk
in the neighborhood
i always paint
fish in the sky
and colorful chapeaus over
people's heads
i have a grey blue-eyed kitten
that never stops smiling
i call it chesire
it flies whenever i want it to
if things get out of hand
(which rarely happens)
i erase it
with my apple-sized red rubber,
people who see me waving my hand
at my probably nonexistent friend
think that i'm crazy
it's their right, to be honest,
because the gift i have is not
something as mere as
tasting colors
or smelling letters
it's something like
having the world
as your canvas
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
