I’m reminding myself to write more poetry.
DOUBLE VISION 1996. I was empty pocketed then.
Neckties choking thin men with beepers
I want to strip the needles pricking inside their ambition
Stone the waxed smiles spitting false promises
Shatter the pointed arrogance
Wrapped in crisp bills
Inside brand wallets
Strapped on trendy trousers
Driven by rovers and jeeps
Never been on life’s edge
Save the Artist
Who wears his life holy
Waiting for the moments to create
Starved from meat and wine
Sits on a ray of light