I always tell those kids on the street
not to steal anybody else’s art.
And I say ‘don’t call feelings up on the phone,
dig ’em out with your fingernails.’
It is never enough.
Just as fast as I’d steal your boyfriend
I’d steal your art:
I won’t (and please don’t)
pretend that you can’t like
things you don’t understand.
Sometimes I only like nonsense
because I can’t understand everything there is,
and that’s exactly how everything is.
And I tell you it’s never enough
to take somebody else’s art
and pretend you feel it.
Somebody’s art may get dragged in your mess
but you gotta pick your scabs yourself.