Autodidact

The city sleeps disturbed

In boots filled with lead

A dimension of beauty

Mobilised within my head

And on this endless parade –

Sunset Park to Rose Hill

Gas stations as churches –

Holy fuel forever spilled

You make me lose my head

And dream of what might be

You sculpt and tumble me

As the rain transcends

Tease the tension out

Flip the script around –

Autodidact

Teach me one thing

There’s nothing more I can do

Than dream of what might be

Praise be to the gods of the east

That bow down in front of me

And on this endless parade –

Sunset Park to Rose Hill

Gas stations as churches –

Holy fuel forever spilled