Donations to the stolen market: the starving artist assured

where patterns contour in abrupt explanation
like a doctored letter to a friend in passing
we hail no coordinates or break even from here
we gamble to market strategies for our families

leaving the unsupervised to the risk of homelessness
leaving the institution of the starving artist in place
and then have luncheons about those very souls
claiming what geniuses they were, though abandoned

they subconsciously want the artist to suffer
leaving no doubt artists can do what they cannot
we can suffer and survive, with composure
though they will not hear us or see us under light

one day their children will repeat the fornication,
the disgust of saying it was shameful to let us suffer
and to question what a blind society it used to be
though without doubt they will do the same

leaving their generation’s artists to suffer again
like noblefolk in a market of stolen donations
only the construct of physical attractiveness
saving a few among the many, survivability assured