a sonneteer by day, busker by night
a love half in darkness and half in light-
a pro of pose of idle flame compose
collected and together they have posed
one mouth no ears and yet the sound is bright
all colors fade to smoke black and fire white.
permits for building permits to speak woes
yet not permitted on the street there goes.
for freedom earned the dollar always spurs
and yet like flesh it too must also burn
a fire staff of smoke so thickly churns
fueled by biased lessons bought not learn-
poor Prometheus, soul forever burns
while watching his efforts retort unearned.