By Angelina Stanton – Street artist on Melbourne
She accept donations in exchange of making a poetry with a theme of your choice.
She wrote this on a typing machine in a go, with no mistakes.
Surely it is not acrostic, but it is highly admirable.
Hoping to see her again one day.
We are locked
into the tick tock
of someone else’s clock
We spend
time like money, sparingly
as if we are fearing
running out before it’s due
I will make time for you,
not money, I don’t have to,
and you I put into
my pocket, I’ve locked it
into the tick tock
of someone else’s clock,
I don’t know who.
