"Artist Prayer"
Where are all the great patrons?
Throw me a hook you fishers of men.
That I might be caught and eaten
by the audience beyond the footlights.
That my blood be spilled on pages
and canvas in prescribed portion.
Afford me the flame of arrogance
to believe that my own hand
in the fire of creation touches wonder
and maybe God himself
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- Last seen on May 14 2:40 AM. Member since June 25, 2007.
- I'm a dusted garnet poet for 1 comments.
- When I'm not writing, I'm I'm an insomniac, painter, musican, and writer..
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