Classic Poem

Funny how
Artists
Have to die
In order to make a living.

Only then, six-feet under
Feeding maggots
Do people finally begin to understand
What the hell they were trying to do.

And suddenly
All that junk they tossed in the back of the attic
Gathering dust
Is worth

Millions! ! !


(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, July 2000)