Week one: Wallow in hallucinations.
Be that bum who always strips at parties,
who corners the painter who talks about truth.
Be the last to leave, then go to your Art.
Week two: Be that crook who never pays his bills.
Surface from bed wooed by Whiskey on Krispies.
Bite the heads off flowers simply for the thrill.
True Art is in dissecting TV series.
Week three: Spread your palette on a pizza box.
Spin your brush ‘tween fingers, your Samurai sword.
Email the painter: “No, I’m not a stalker.”
Hand in the first day’s work covered in coleslaw.
Our team is here to help you help ourselves,
to hide away when it’s time to give counsel.