Artists
Always had it
Right

By keeping
A constant
Distance

From the world
Whose vision
Had differed
In ways which
Rattled
Their soul –

While they sought
What muse
Made sense
Despite
Such rumbling
Stomachs,

Starving
Only in
Pockets

For riches
Deeper
Than change.

Since coins
Did seem
Absurd
When poets’
Words
Could nourish

Like food
That offered
Solace
And appeared
As God
Through tongues,

Not wallets
Filled
With cash

But spirits
Spilled
On canvas

Where chords
Still echoed
Loudly
Across this
Place
Too dull –

Telling us
Hate must
Pass
Cause flesh
Will fade
Forever

Instead
Believing our
Senses

Expressing
Life gone
Wrong.

– J. Pigno