Once upon a time there was an artist
who sprayed his life onto walls.
This was a crime according to most
so he did it in secret, at night,
with whispering paint and so many layers
of clothes to keep out the cold.
At least five t-shirts and three jackets
and three pairs of trousers.
All covered in colours.
He ate food from supermarket bins
and lived under some plastic sheeting in the woods.
All of his many friends said
he was the happiest person they ever knew.
And he giggled at his life's success.