Saturday, November 05, 2016

Starved

Sometimes,
your only purpose,
the only thing
you're useful for,
seems to be
to make coins clink.
What is this you have?
Art?
But does it sell?
Catharsis never fed anybody.
No stomach.
No vanity.
No greed.
No fancy. 
No fetish.
No hunger 
to show the world
how happy you are
was ever satisfied by it.
No, it only feeds the soul.
But that's the thing
about souls.
They can starve
and still give you
the impression that
you are in fact alive.