Its never warm anymore
The ice encrusting my beard is the same that encrusts my soul
The night is the worst
I wander through the darkness in hopes of finding warmth
But there never is any
Morning comes and I seek a sunny bench
But they are all taken
I sleep in a cold alleyway behind a fish house
The smell keeps me awake
I stagger away knowing tomorrow will be the same
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words are offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
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