do not feed the artists

Please do not feed the artists It's best for harvest to keep them starving A dystopian future Tales of the refugitives Live to the universe We're always live on the internet Broadcast to your inner depths with radio for space cadets I take selfies and call it art I'm a divinely ripened pear My ass is an upside down heart In my head I'm still a little square But apparently I'm just the right look for the part I don't really want that part For this fable Who ever told you I desired to dine at your table? I am no longer abomination, Black dog, spawn of Satan I am accommodation, no more I'm daughter of eden Green as harvest in Jamaica I am harvest of Jamaica Sickly sweet like magnolia trees But spiced in temper like roasted coffee beans And I'm so selfish I took samples off the shelf like apprentice And forgot to document the possessive In my attempt to progress I got restless Trampled on what I deemed the preventents They gave glory to my saga Troubles for mañana Story for the barber But cotton woven into thick rib knit Has highs in its texture and grooves where it dips I learnt to place pause within and around sentence To lean into speech like it presses upon cheek Pressing into me 360 degrees To caress gently Because supple is soft But supple is firm Supple is the vapour that carries these words Like a soft reverb let skin press gently back into ether Back into the room like the light is presently consumed By you Resist without rigidity Exist without timidity Let this body be limitless-ly Dangle feet over ledge Then tumble feet over head And feel the weight of nothing on your shoulders Bones in aligned order Sequence of designed motion Worship your vessel of devotion Float skin to brim like droplets carried by the breeze Mirror the air by the sea The effervescence and the ease Let crystal meet water like likeness of daughter Let their harmony be sweet Melody in their greet Electricity, like the network is beneath Float, seamlessly through your space and your mind That your eyes canvas a projection of what's inside On this side Let humidity and brimming leaves— green as home country— Be the forecast for your galaxy Let your eyes fall drastically When slumber calls the rascals dream And I hope you dream of peace Repeat after me— I am healthy I am happy I am whole I am worthy I am hopeful I am healing Please do not feed the artists It's best for harvest to keep them starving Their work becomes catharsis A self sustaining garden