Sunday, June 15, 2008
Why should we let the night die away, when we can simply devour it?
World Naked Bike Ride: Chicago 2008 (Last Night)
Drink the day and spend lazy hours in the sun
Skin warm + worn + weary
The city looks beautiful in twilight
The little ones are cozy in their homes,
saying the same thing and drinking
How wonderfully horrible and repetitious
How banal and routine
You are not yet artists you
The ones who spend the night talking about the works
that they want to make some day.