One of my most favourite musicians and pieces of music…
The Gait of Defiance
this moment of ire
as I stamp out the weeds of the day,
in praise of something bigger than I can suggest,
digest and reclaim as mine.
Navigation through the tide of faces,
that greet me in salvation,
this mortal mask that I call my own,
entrenched in life,
and the thick of all that I see before me.
My within, is not without,
for without this I am in doubt,
About which I know nothing.
My words in their visual ensemble,
tingle down my spine, decline
the tenacious tapping of fingers
longing to touch what doesn’t belong.
I am to no one something to be had,
to be trophied for others to admire.
You are my gun metal prison, the
timpanous colours or remembered steel,
Jerking, working though junk-flavoured
reverie. You, You
Who call me friend, who ‘like’ me
For who I am, before you dare
to dream of who I am.
I am for no-one, to no-one an
objectified desire; my ire tamed
By love herself, by the gentle hand that knows my flesh