Sound and Solid(Dave Radcliff)

Dave Ratcliffe

I look to you now pal
What can you extract from a puerile puppet show?
Sometimes love sometimes dread store it here

Your honesty smacks me
as if i was the defect
Your love of nature redeems me

Truth in you like wheat that grows year round
For we make bread and none should deny
the inspiration solid and sound

Dave a true witness to the last sunset
A canvas as chaotic and blunt as a cataclysm

Peeling off the layers that make up our disguise
This collective world of cloned surface reaction

A deep magic, a deep anger
oh it builds and through verse is released
A surging liquid that has become real poetry.