Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

if you're not technology-driven
there's no app for you
there's no phone booth left
to put on discreetly
that spider-man costume
you've been dying to wear,
so carry your act in a blue plastic bag
recycle the wind
and ride the change
coming
you know it is,
you feel it in your Auschwitz bones
and your bluesy skin,
intoxicated with words from neon bibles and
honeyed tongues afire

trample down the vineyards
hard-pressed with false prophets
inquire at your own risk:
name your obstacles
your number already tattooed
and jettisoned like so much extra
baggage;
the beat goes on, and you haven't got a clue,
much less inspiration.

Brother, sister, where art thou?
Sojourner, peaceful pilgrim, vagabond.
Make me a believer. Show me how the truth
broke your spirit and made you human.

Show me how the light got in.

~A