my favorite part
of going into so many
new places is the chance
to stare at the artwork
haphazardly strewn
across the buildings

i treat each new
visit as a trip to
the museum and try
to capture the essence
in the brushstrokes

most are absolute shit
mass produced pieces
with zero tangibility
but occasionally
there is stunning beauty
lining the hallways

art is subjective
but there is something
in primal emotion set
in vivid colors which
claws at my very soul

as i sit alone in
dark parking garages
i can close my eyes
and see her smile
light up the concrete
and i feel contentment

no fledgling fool with
an eager and earnest
attempt at artwork
could ever capture a hint
of her total perfection

fools and artists sit
obsessed with finding a
sliver of her divinity
surrounded by fabrications
which only hint at her