you and i

we know

the beauty

the silver sharp whistle

of a work created

never reviewed

or valued

with sticker

or cheque

you and i

we know

the clear, blue

monday morning

birds singing

the beauty of pennys

picked off the pavment

we feel the echo's

footsteps light on our dreams

of the others

the many

many

others

and of course

the stomp of the hustlers

the careerists,

groupies

the feeders

too

cruel bastards yes

but necessary

for me

for you

as together

we claw our way through

this unberably

neutral

world.