Written by: daver austin


Reinvents the world      all clean and neat

Passing it on from village to village      on electric feet

Armed with pen, peanut butter      and a few sheets

He listens for sounds others don’t hear

Turning self inside out      backwards in the mirror

Shouting out the roof of his room      hot tears

The poet, faithful to his muse      soul alert

Floats o’er mountains, forests      through dust of plain and desert

Hatching rhyme from paradise      to Mother Earth

One of the world’s most solitary      really alive in mind alone

Like a word-archaeologist      digging for a bone

He scoffs at social zenith      calls fancy his true home