I’m An Artist

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I’m controlling

What I’m seeing

As I bring it

Into being

I’m an artist

Watch me paint the age

Using past

And present tenses

Bringing order

To my senses

Come with me

I’ll bring you centre stage


See from here

The sexual traces

Deep, engraved

In human faces

Seeking out

The object of desire


Trapped behind

Their own conventions

Frightened of

Their own intentions

Always yearning

To be set on fire




No more kindness

Offered freely

That is not

My purpose really

All I know’s

The price of what you need


Call it sex

Or call it passion

Call it anything

But fashion

You don’t know

The value of your seed





Words and Music ©Garvin Crawford.


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