three words for one

love

you learn

isn’t the first person who

says the words to you

but instead the first one

who doesn’t repeat them back

after learning how to say them so lovely

*

forever before

i have known ignorance

and have never known it

to be blissful

*

i am a slow drip

looking for a bucket

finding only your hands

that soon overflow

and lose me to the space between

*

i am not the reflection

of those who couldn’t see me

becoming what i am not

*

the end of art will occur

while art is still being started

for what will be lost

in the monkey business of selling

and self-promotional snafu

and the capitalization of the Soul

which was once scattered to the dogs

who are as hungry as the artists

and just as creative

is fear

that art may one day end