To the artist I love
to the voice of God
the divinity of sound
the divinity of motion

My higher being
my motion to the stars
for music if my companion
and my sweet drunken friend
is my relief

We slumber in hallways
as Van Gothy gets his ear sliced
in a ****** brawl nasty
a free for all knife fight

People wonder why Becket died
I say. … are you surprised
do you think a Poet is safe
in wicked cities we live


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris