The Artist
An artist will spew at you,
Verbs or beats,
Or oils or flexes.
An artist will want to hypnotize
With these verbs, beats, oils and flexes.
The reader is a fish, searching for a flake,
The audience is empty, waiting for
Notes, and rhythm.
The critic is an empty canvas swirling
Color to find the intimate connection that
Makes an omnipresent black stamp.
And the dance, the patron of the dance,
Together rise and fall, artist forever baiting
Fellow, the master of their bait.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2016
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