mrgiles

Poems.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

street dealers


wealth rolled me along
to that madhouse strong they stage
a mind wrong
diamond strong
on the streets carpet I walked in play

crowded in traffic he
places poverty where wrong seemed wise
wild to be
saving me
I found the carnival of faces eyes

myself carnival eyes
cheap prophet myself they
paralysed
blind Inside
the vendors that walked my market raved

Have eyes lost in sights
been mesmerized to see
what have seekers
seen inside
walked the street-wise these scarlet streets

Make these actors blind
that Have seen me lost around
my shut mind
asylum eyed
In these streets their misfit found





* Based on EARTHS Answer from The Songs of Experience by William Blake; with text 100% recycled from the song, Carnival, by Natalie Merchant. Before being executed, Aileen Wuornos requested that Carnival be played at her funeral.