We sat down crowded place and chatted about the art I felt was worthy of my poems. The conversation was brief and pointless. It was nice to finally see what my poems rendered in this form of art. Then it wasn’t, I was asked to write something else. Something from a different point of view. Something less graphic and more vague. The conversation ended with an exchange of information… 

Attempting to make this artist happy has just become an annoyance… 



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