the life of an artist
okay it’s gone this life of an artist thing
but wanting to be rich did you see what i did
when i said rich was a risk? he went all out with risqué
is kaye okay? no she gone like whistle gone like the wind
like a windy whistle. got something to wet your wistful (gone
west) it is a deadly thing this dehydration don’t you play
with me. you’re having a conversation with your dead
voice voices like a wet whistle on a dry wind do you know
whether there is a term for that or weather a term as deep
and mournful as dry wind becomes wet? oh moisture.
oh moisture thinks the mouth when how come
you can never go hungry
go thirsty how come you can
never go hungry in the desert
because
because of the sand
because of the sand which
is there. the sandwiches is there. see how easy it is
to examine the sand to spend your life looking for a water mole
to spend your ever day your life searching for a water molecule
clinging to a rain of sand like sands because now that is something
now you know why you needn’t go thirsty. thirst kills
and who laughs? how come you can never go hungry in the desert?
because you foolish mirage you are lying there thirsting to death.
