INSOMNIAC SWEATSHOP

“ Graffiti Prophet “

By Blind Pathos

  From my window in the faces

As my bus drove other places

The graffiti prophet spoke

A gentle sermon in his joke

It’s not the questions, if you cry

It’s all the notions that are why

The passions of the moment pass

And so what’s left is so what lasts

Life flowed past the tinted window

Down a list of city noises groaned

Emptiness was my reflection there

And so to it my questions where

Speak some truth my public fool

Stand and make or break a rule

Share my head some ones and zeros

Show my heart romance and heroes

The river’s not too fast or so it seems

To stop the really mighty dreams

You don’t think the rivers wide

Till you need the other side

History shows in life’s attrition

Reality’s not just strong suspicion

So Plato’s light did come and fall

And throw the shadows on my wall

Rust and rot on gossamer wings

Dwarfs and Elves with magic rings

A smell of life a taste of time

Nine cents missing from my dime

Women bite and whiskey stings

All the bitters sweet can bring

500 channels in the sky

Showing us the vein’s run dry

Saw it through the chain link

Tween the crack and boards

Heard it on the radio

Tween the minor chords