Arts Public Poetry on Capitol Hill
posted by February 22 at 13:20 PMon
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.