great sleepless artists who had to die for a few hours in order to live for centuries - v. nabokov

pound your soles against hot asphalt

winding streets in neighbourhoods you got older in

but never learned

the paths

keep shooting on, you blazing star

get lost

forget your sidewalk memories empty your lemonade dreams erase your chalk drawings

get free

they will sour in suburban sun, rot in concrete and manicured green lawns

get wild