Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The Bend in the Franklin Bridge
The Bend in the Franklin Bridge
remember me?
I stepped to the melodious beats
streaming from the MP3's
the ears and heart pants
like a dog in warm summer sun - heat
the sound of the universe
manipulate the body to run run - leap
manipulate the body to dance dance
manipulate the body to love and prance
Mr Bend of the Franklin, the sound manipulated me
gyrate to a reconstruction of a Dictaphone
the words
it means
nothing...
the memories
mean
nothing
The Bend in the Franklin Bridge
remember me?
I got to the top
then I stood and watched
the little kids run by
feeling all of this universal high
I was born to be
a part of this great city scape
I am the wildest child
the dreamer in love
the artist with a beat
stronger than the gun
The universe propels me
and I run
run.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment