Artist Sketch Composite

i am an artist, black, outlined in white
taking in and living old films: being james dean
and clark gable on tuesday with a cup of black coffee
sitting in the armchair next to the fire staring back at you
as it rains hard outside.

i can't help but let my mind wander sometimes
when it gets dark and quiet through windows
and skylights. are you listening?

or are you just a member of the audience
participating first-hand in this pseudo-reality show
with a low budget and bad lighting?
so i write. and starve. and jive.
sleeping only when the sun kills the night.
thirsting for rhythm, finding only irony
and broken pencils. and broken people.

well, here i am. bearing my soul to another stranger
in this virtual world of sex and perversion.
i bet you like it raw. i'm as real as they come.
rebellious style touched with an old-hollywood attitude.
yeah, that's how i rock it.

just another artist
trying to make his way.