Losing the Flesh

 
Sitting lifeless on the Metro

My concerns lose some edge

Seeing the moving pictures out the window

Telling a thousand stories of righteous people making it through these hard times

My ear buds have cool kids singing

With names like Thom York and Syd Barret

I compose the soundtrack of this day

Life feels like a movie where each step is a forge of creation

Miles Davis smoothes in

Suddenly a wave of soul sweeps into my stroll

Listening to Sebastian Bach I almost feel selfish

As if I had a Goddess of Beauty in my pocket

Choosing to keep her all to myself

This may be a city street but my place is in a divine state


The only home i'll ever know is in the freshness of blank pages

Transferring essence into work

A ritual that leaves me thin as paper

Losing feeling in my fingertips

As the graft of parchment is woven into my skin

Folding into the fabric of my gallery

Forever lost in art