i got my no. 6h

trying hard
not to die hard
i run off cliffs
landing
on strategically placed piles of papier mache
i craft
lives outside chipboard boxes
and foamcored figures
i figure
sharpie stroked women
below the midday sun
and shade
manly shadows
drifting beneath them
pressured by the pen
i find myself
trying hard
to now live hard
in my own perspective view
or maybe just a quick 60 degree isometric sketch