Captured on the street
So here we are at the Kensington street art precinct: puzzled characters caught red handed…somnolent and alert…sad sweet and dark…ready to introduce to a new world a shrug, a wink, an awkward smile, exclamation point – Boom!…the little beat boxer takes a solo…tortured by subways and sidewalks…starved for sex and companionship…open to anything…now its jazz due for demolition…goodbye Chippendale you strange motley beat of the heart. Gone.
