Matching poetry with intricate doodles is a signature CBK move. The poem is interpreted by the doodle. One day we’ll try this formula the other way around.
Envy the bravery of trees, ti sta parlando, the early breath of winter.
New York was the land of the bleary eyed fucker, the nowhere junkie, and the quarter cup of coffee.
Poseidon plays poker with Davy Jones, A mad man, But when the locker’s on the line the leviathan splashes the pot,
So, that’s how you get into a studio— where your neighbor on your right mugs your neighbor on your left, and no one cares
bodies piled high heads rolling in the gutter the military stands guard so touristas can play
Noble men gather upon the stoops of castles donning caps of a new era Armed with the swords which they live by Layered in armor shielded from
This is how I want your lips. I want them blackstrap molasses Thick. And when I kiss you, I want to taste the six train
