I Know

We both know how is growing old
and this dozen people is a sum
of hundreds shouting 'no.'

Jean-Michel Basquiat

Advent of angina, blame
the weather, blame the too
much coffee. Sliver of better
body on the morrow growing
better there is marrow there
grown stagnant in it's waiting.

Shake out all inverted stuff
in morning. Shake out oil sticks:
we all cannot be Basquiat.