hands weave, and wax on the known
medium, as if it didn't really exist.
The message, or passage, or moment
will not, can not, be denied,
you came to undo
cleverly
you heroic souls of blue!
Art is alive and aware
and underground
tiptoeing as always
in front of the all...
Marvelous... but what
does it mean. (or how much
is it worth?)
Expressionists will vomit
their talent as if it does not matter
and devil take the hindmost
or profits or whatever you want.
They laugh as you pretend to fall.
The beauty is captured and
shared to the pure, and true...
the disenfranchised would
never ask
how much is it worth?
Art is Love in motion
and Love is knowing
that fleeting and secret emotion.
Angels in the forefront
with mirth, mirth, mirth.
Wink. Create. Birth.
