I drop everything!
I'm grasping a wisp of imagination
and it slips through the creases of my hand
and hovers high above, taunting
When I think of what I need to truly Be
I imagine being marginally famous
getting paid to construct little fantasies
When I imagine the utter joy of being
my heart thumps in my cardiac cavity
and my mind whirls with dizzy joy
I plan and I plan ways to make it big
"Go to conventions and sell your art!"
"Get independent comic shops to sell it!"
"Send copies to publishers!"
And just the thought that one of those doors
may be "Door #2" and have a bright and shiny treasure waiting for me
becomes a golden thread of my existence.
"No one likes an ugly girl,
So wear nice clothes and makeup when you're selling your comic books,"
Smile pretty, drop some pounds, somehow someday
You'll charm the right person
Friends? Pah! They'll just weigh me down
Spending all my time
gambling on my wild foamy mouthed dream
I have no risks left to take on friends.