not a collector

i told him… 

works offered

by ‘collectors’ looking

to make a buck

off another’s art

isn’t a game

i can support…

if the dollars were going

into the artist’s

tattered pockets

i would pay

dearly

for the honor

priviledge

and wonder

of holding

these treasures

in hand

allowing art

to fill and consume

those parts of me

that crave it

leaving me hungry

and begging

for morsel

after morsel

of these wordy masterpieces…

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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