Jack said :
"It all started with lines
And in my hand pencil spines
Sketch of New York animal
At the green lady's feet , then
Fine art and shadow graphite
Laughing like a principled demon
With pure critique
I go places by mad jet spirits
And unconceal the world's shit wits
Walls are my telepathic televisions
You can avoid spirit of straight
With politics of benter
But not my Crion's eyes "
In the damaged Soul's Day Centre ..