Andrew Wooster
Love in the time of Despondence
The visage of love
Is cruel
Forcing us to distort
All of it’s meaning
Into platitudes
Written in acrylic
Then transcribed
On greeting cards
We dare not bare originality
For the trut…
The visage of love
Is cruel
Forcing us to distort
All of it’s meaning
Into platitudes
Written in acrylic
Then transcribed
On greeting cards
We dare not bare originality
For the trut…