"art is not supposed to be beautiful
it is supposed to make you feel something"
well, baby
your sculpted, statuesque, form
makes me feel alive
your strangely-shaped, empty eyes
make me feel alone
you have a way you carry yourself
that makes me more than a bit
melancholy
you have a backdrop
your backdrop is a starry sky
a billion galaxies
all set behind you
like you've already seen them all
been there, done that
well, bite me, baby
I am not intimidated by you
you do not make me feel
scared
your sculpture/painting/whatever art you are
is a bit incomplete as of yet
still not on display in any major galleries
(and thank god for that
I want you to myself
you beautiful piece of work)
perhaps you are modeled after a god
the noble artemis
or the mother hera
or maybe one of the long-forgotten ancients
you may have danced with the mayans
or sung with the natives
so yes you have
set a billion and one things behind you
because you all you do is self-medicate your adrenaline
it is a prescribed activity
"take two doses
twice a week
for the rest of your life"
but I will not be dragged into that needle in your
unfired clay arm
you must stay intact
please stay intact
you make me feel pity right now
(instead of
joy
and beauty)
please do not touch the wet paint
or let your clay get damp
stay clean
and pure
and unfinished
for as long as you can
because one you go big time
there's no going back
people will **** you and pry your life open
and leave you with nothing but your bones
they will try and buy you
they will offer great sums
for a beauty like you
I hope the artist has better plans in mind
for now you will just be solitary
and undone