I went to the Dogwood Festival in Piedmont Park for the first time this year. This is what I wrote after looking at many of the artist’s booths.
The Dogwood Festival '11
Artists bleed in carnival fashion:
Milling their meat in hotdog vending
and covering the park in deep soul fishing;
Looking for another who can enslave
their work for gandering
and softly sitting coffee.
Milling their meat in hotdog vending
and covering the park in deep soul fishing;
Looking for another who can enslave
their work for gandering
and softly sitting coffee.
Conversation for the rich,
envy of the poor.
Artist’s blood is not cheep.
Prices raised leaving gazes of broken wallets sad.
For the smiling tears must dry and be gone.
17 Dollars buys a burger,
but leaves a spirit dry.
Art breezes by as wind
and leaves with the smile always remembered.
When their soul touches you,
it leaves a mark.
When you can’t keep it,
it leaves a scar.
envy of the poor.
Artist’s blood is not cheep.
Prices raised leaving gazes of broken wallets sad.
For the smiling tears must dry and be gone.
17 Dollars buys a burger,
but leaves a spirit dry.
Art breezes by as wind
and leaves with the smile always remembered.
When their soul touches you,
it leaves a mark.
When you can’t keep it,
it leaves a scar.
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