Arts Public Poetry on Capitol Hill
posted by on February 22 at 13:20 PM
I just had the pleasure of waiting at a “Don’t Walk” sign near Seattle U with a tall, thin, twenty-something man, a natural poet who may also have been tripping on acid.
“First, find a twenty-tentacled octopus and call it Time,” he said to himself. “Then find the tentacle that started growing first. Yeah!”
Thank you, street poet.
Thanks man. That made my day.
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