Steven J. Messina - Calm In The Chaos

Poet Billy Lamont’s Medicine Show @ Bowery Electric, NYC 7/28/24
Calm In The Chaos
Suspicious package on the 7:36
Evacuate the train, and go to Platform B
Disgruntled passengers spit curses, with their coffee
The only smiling face, well, it belongs to me
The chaos warms my heart, and fuels my hungry brain
I can’t explain it, it’s a strangely calming trance
As we move west, I feel the city’s arms embrace me
Keep your suburbia, that’s not my kind of dance
Give me skyscrapers, give me punk rock in the park
Eccentric artists, and the women that inspire
Street art, street people, old ale houses, record stores
Camera and microphone are all that I require
Rot on your couches, give your best years to the Reaper
While I exhaust my every grand infatuation
Five senses beaten, into beautiful submission
While I’m still standing, ‘til the day of my cremation
The sacred skyline, in the distance, as I write
Such blissful sustenance, subconscious sanctuary
Demons of loneliness, dissuaded and distracted
Free to explore, with all the love that I can carry
Perhaps you’ll join me, if you’re up for an adventure
Perhaps the tongue I speak, is one you speak as well
That’s here, nor there, no matter, catch me if you’re willing
This lustful life, is both of Heaven, and of Hell
Steven J. Messina 2024