From the Heart of an Art Student

To the writers of bathroom-stall-poetry

Whose only acrylic manicure

Comes from the paint

Stuck to their nails;

To those who own pickle-jar vases

Filled with bud-less

Paint brush stems

In murky perfume rinse water;

To bus-stop ad tattooists

And dorm room vocalists

Releasing soul-sung lyrics

To showerhead microphones;

To the disposable-camera capturers

Of everyday beauty

And lost urbanity;

To hippy skirts

And bohemian dresses;

To living off instant noodles

Cooked a hundred different ways;

Here’s to the spice of life

Served on discount canvases

And seasoned with watered down paints

Fresh from the heart of an art student.