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.