Not all the beggars
are broken. Most
of us just want to see
what you’re going
to do with that dollar.
I swear to god
it’s not for booze or bus
fare, I get my drinks
for free at the bar, but stay
dehydrated
because I dig the
way my voice cracks
when I try to rap
like Slug in the car.
You see a starving artist
and maybe have some thoughts
about artistic integrity. I think
that sucker kind of looks like me
trying hard to breathe, but getting in my own way
because fuck the lungs,
I need a full stomach
to breathe easy.
The time’s always changing this poetry
some, is delicious–
The rest ends up Tupperware in the freezer,
ends up molding with the compost.
It’s all fine by me. The only artists starving
are the ones without food.