Poet
What kinds of pretty pictures
do all you people want him to paint? What truths: The trials and tribulations
of a struggling artist? Take home messages about true love? Our place in the
universe? Fuck that. For that, see the philosopher. Angels don’t dwell on the poet’s
shoulder. They shove him out the door with a bottle of whiskey and say, “We
don’t believe in you. Good luck.”
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