the joy of undiscovered art

I love the indie movies and the galleries

That populate the edges of the city where

The unknowns show their photographs, their paintings

And sculptures that will one day cost the earth,

But now that artist lives in crappy lofts,

The maker of the films, borrows from her parents,

Eats Pot Noodles on the sagging couch,

Dreaming of an Oscar nod and rubbing shoulders with

Tom Cruise and Angelina. But for now she has

The beauty of the freedom, to write her scripts,

Have actors who are friends, choose the goddamn music

In her own soundtrack. So take that photo,

Write that poem, draw that portrait of your dog,

Providing it will lift your heart, then you will know

It’s right. The world, it needs it in its arms.