Blind Pathos, the Graffiti Prophet, churns up a hair ball of truth... |
"Graffiti Prophet" From my window in the faces As my bus drove for 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 |