Description: This is an existential piece in which I tried to focus upon the madness of daily life.
I attempted to catch a flittering glimpse of anguish and humanity transcending the mundane .This is an homage, if you will, to the soaring human spirit cut down in flight by the derision of the average.Essentially I am trying to reveal the essence of the artisit as an outsider.A being bathed in glittering wonderment surrounded by those who thrash out out anything or anyone who express a sentiment beyond thier grasp.
A thing unfinished -------------------------------------------
Smash up all your toys
And let out all your noise
That old hound’s
Down at the pound
For growling at the boys
Who wait for Lula’s coming
By that old dodge out on the street
the engine ain’t been running
Since 62 or 63
The wind is blowing backward
Through stained glass metal sheets
And the painted whores like statues
That are rusted to the street
While the Cop cars in the alley
Play Siren minuets
By the sign for Gypsy Sally’s
“Crystal Ball and Off Track Bets”
When Lula saunters through
Into the pointed night
With that razor sense of cool
That fractures in the light
The boys all go dog mad
In pieces at her feet
By that old dodge that ain’t been running
Since 62 or 63
It seems a tinsy bit forced. but other than that I think the image is really good. like I can feel the rust...the humanity that has kinda been left out in the open for too long, rendered useless and worthless. I can almost smell the dust and feel the coarseness of tattered, old, memoirs. Yeah well anyways, good work, and keep it up.
According to your description I can guess that Lula is the outsider...the artist that you say. The dodge that keeps appearing whenever she enters makes her seem a bit more like she blends in to the sorroundings. So I guess its kinda a contrast to the effect you were going for. But I like how you portrayed her as having a "razor sense of cool". That helped alot.