D'Artagnon Fulton

We watched Eyes of wanderlust and longing As he scratched blue fairytales onto the pavement. He is dead now So today’s turn along those halls Unveiled layers of whitewash, Ashes, soot. The transience of the past Has never failed to leave us short of breath Its push and pull Hash and re-hash as meaning rots away, And the magic That settled low … [Read more...] about Chalk by D’Artagnon Fulton