TOKYO STREET POETRY:
I’m a Pollock Doll, drenched in black acrylic, arrived at the dance
with fat loaded bristles, a book of words scraped off the street,
sheltered beneath a dirty towel leaps onto walls.
(K)
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Karl Hyde 
Hell yeah!
Mind energy
Hand brush
Blood paint
Heart beat*
Raw power*
Come to Akashi! I’ll have my wife feed both you and Rick!
superb- great imagery