Notes on Selling Out

An opening mantra
Explaining how desperately alone
And then a litany of perceived crimes
All suspect to the trained eye
But the casual observer neither cares nor dismisses
Wanting to be moved to tears
To feel something at once
So it is no longer in the writer's hands
It is now a matter of connection on the part of
The reader
The listener
The viewer
How trite and uncompromising we are after it is finished
How eager to say alone or apart
Together would be best
But alone will do
As though expression is a blessing
Express everything deep inside you
And it is meaningless if not one person can say
"I've felt that too."
It is all meaningless unless the writer can say
"Yes, you felt that too."