Jack

canvas of asphalt
broad scale
blackened
by hooves
of machinery race
periphery of cars
stacked
in neat rows
and columns
at center a
building—Academy
of Art
twenty stories painted
beige
windows curtained
sun’s glare reflected
in paned glass
to foreground, one
mustard colored
newspaper
stand
the word
LIES
graffiti’d across
its clear display
a man
homeless
raked over a borrowed
cafe chair
his arm crooked around
the neck of the
stand
eyes sealed shut
mouth ajar
face used and
remorseless
like a dishrag
sitting in folds
atop
a sink
the white of his
belly
protruding from under a
t-shirt
drawing attention
to the word
LIES
like a curved
pointer
and the students
sit opposite
him
listening to
headphones
drumming pencils
upon sketchpads
which lay
unopened
atop
mahogany tables

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