
“Toys are an essential part of the creative process,”
she said, tossing the bulb to me.
I dropped it - it fell on the ground, ideas bouncing around out of
the sponge, and the hard part.
A work toy, its main purpose not for fun,
but to gather those ideas that come out
and turn them into money
that turns into houses
and cars
and diapers
and front yards with green grass
and fountains in the back
and grande hazelnut lattes
and guns to keep all that shit safe.
So I kicked the bulb away from me
Because I get paid.
But I keep the best ideas to myself
not to turn them into money
but instead, to turn them into the hidden art
of post-modern anonymity.
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