If that?s what you?d like to think

Guess I'm an artist
Might feel like one
today
Tomorrow might give it up entirely
Without a
muse, I have only other art
And whatever emotions I can't
describe
In any finite, packaged,
articulated

To get me to put something down on
paper
As the walls bleed and the sky cries
The owl
curses me from within the fish tank
With it's one eye that
follows me around
As I recite poetry to
myself
Angered as I tear up my ideas

Set
them on fire within the metal bin
Fighting a 5 foot fish in my
living room
Now I'm in the aquarium myself
Hiding in
a sponge so they don't see me
Sort of how I hide behind my
clothes
Behind these enormous ideas I come up
with

So you never get to know the real
me
Because you'll think, I'm weird and
eccentric
Contradictory and don't deserve to be
here
A waste of flesh that you'd like to envelop yourself
in
Try on for size and then throw me away because
you're
Too scared to be your self, so you pretend to like
art

And humor me and talk about what you don't
know
While you're a very boring person to everyone
else
Doesn't matter, I'll ride a poster board to
Egypt
Broke while I can't afford the magic
carpet
Serves the same purpose though, and we'll kick
camels
Whose stomachs you'll pump when you die of
thirst

Developing black and white
photographs
The red light bulb keeping me awake
Think
of the ideas that I had that weren't used
Wonder if it wasn't
the purest of what I've had
Because my ego didn't think enough
of them
To utilize, yet that they weren't
exploited

Tainted by their implementation,
what
Could have been, and we're all a work
In
progress, I guess, false humility all of us
Sometimes I think,
doesn't matter what
Anyone thinks, is what they choose to
do
Thoughts just a reminder of immaturity