Upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through the blur of humanity
with a cry to the sky high …
“What are you hiding from me?”
Tag: Art
I Just Don’t Care
I just don’t care
who you follow
the stuff that you say
and what you think
that you know
I’ve driven
the traffic hectic
from way down below
And I’ve heard
the gentle whisper
that roared
through my very soul
No Exits ~ Exist On
NO EXITS ~ EXIST ON
In the car park
of a stark oblivion
best leave
your engine running
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
don’t text it to the exit
Within the recreation
of divine sublime trust
Sexit up …
if you really must
Ever since creation
Viva la différenciation
Just don’t let
your love rust
and turn into dust
when life is a bust
Utopia
`Utopia´ ~ by david redpath
( acrylic on canvas ) © 2018
From the Tate
On the banks of the Thames,
beyond the doors of the Tate,
seen through the haze
of a London heatwave,
the Post-Modernist of Fate
painting it all black.
Trying hard to forget
the brushstrokes of regret.
The Hawaiian Motel
I was staying at
the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
a Wild Turkey in hand
defrosting
in a monastery cell
when the news broke
… the King of Rock
had just fell
He could Rhythm & Blues
He could Rock and Country
from the Heartbreak Hotel
And Gospel
all the way
to the Edge of Reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown to hell
Mosquitoes and neon buzzing
as the ‘No Vacancy’ sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian motel
Sailing High in Creation
Riding the bounds
Sailing high in creation
Things that astound
on the wing
in the deep
under the ground
Yet consciousness
hard up against the glass
of this broken existence
A spirited defence
yet only token the resistance
at the cutting edge
of forsaken circumstance
