Passing Through Art In a Plausible Idea
whose work is this, you think you know.
you’ve watched them develop, watched them grow;
they stare back from the mirror pane &
get inside you, festering in your brain.
the tools are used, the pen it writes,
the brush it paints, the keyboard types &
between those dreams you illustrate
are nightmares fought off
as
it grows
increasingly
late.
s/he brews the coffee, s/he pops a pill,
s/he smokes a joint, s/he gulps down her/his swill---
this project upon which s/he pours energy
is what keeps her/him in tact, it lets her/him
breathe.
this work is “lovely, dark, and deep” &
far more important than any sleep,
so do what you love & do it cheap
so do what you love & do it cheap.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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