Mapplethorpe

The white mulberry tree
was draped in heavy net
My art was consuming me
I hadn't died yet
cruising New York streets
Black sheets on my bedroom wall
reading Blake and Keats
determined not to fall
Trying to keep my camera clean
My candle burning from both ends
wax dripping bluish green
yellow post-it-note friends
a taxi of similar shade
strawberry acid inside a Chelsea trip
all expenses paid
i smiled, lost my grip
shutter clicking black and white
i gave them quite a fright