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Published: Jan 30, 2012

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_{get out of my art-world--
for you are full of hatred and misanthropy
and you don't belong here.

in this galaxy full of color and light,
of all-unconditional, and love, and acceptance.

of anything-goes, and contradictive, conceptual
black-white-gray beauty; imperfection
of the perfect kind, in the purest creative form,
deviated of only life itself.

but saying you don't belong here
goes against the unwritten law-moral-anarchist code
of all the art-world ideas. i discriminate
because i am afraid.

i am afraid you will ruin my art-world.

just like you've blackly tainted every canvas you've glanced at;
just as you have shadowedly scorned each snapshot
and snickered at skits,
taken the light from where you were supposed to see
the dark mystery...
of the art-world.

when liquid fire is spat,
fountained forth in a froth
of passionate word-play and scripture and story,
you eat it and chew it and bite it and kill it with your
ego-tongue, your promiscuous robot mind.
lawyer-blistered hands take the precious white trees
on which we express our humanity, openly,
spill our silver-blood-soul onto,
and rip. tear. mutilate.
fight and struggle and scar.

you are warring with life, you are snarling
at
survival
and you are killing us!
Us! Your mother your father,
sister and brother, aunt, uncle, thirty second cousin,
orphans, strangers: you are damaging the very corn-yellow straws
of hope we cling to!

as i stop, and step into the soft, winter, withering-skinned sun
and it caresses me like one might a newborn puppy,
alighting my bones from the inside out,
i hope tonight the monsters
hide in fear.

that under each bed, inside each closet,
there is nothing but dreams and hopes and aspirations.
because my art-world is like an innocent, big-brown-eyed child,
full of beautiful naivete and skewed perfection. and as its mama,
its sole protector, you better watch out,
dream killer, societal monster.

the art-world may let you in to crush it, but i have another plan in mind.
and you know what the most amazing thing is?
because you are demonized,
i need not a weapon,
but a whisper.

because, monster, mama's coming
treading the oceanic depths of the art-world,
and i walk softly...but carry a big stick.}