Nomad Blood

I live on trains and moving things

City dweller beneath the skin

Living off earth and beautiful things

Moving through concrete jungles and finished lands

Taking pictures of faces

Mental notes

I’ve travelled to places

You’d call the ends of the earth

Writing psalms

Oh the ink, the grime

Putting pen to paper

Repeating scenes

Analogies

Anatomies

Black and white photographs

Taken from a movie

Nomad blood on the streets

Nomad blood in the heat

Prickly skin and open pores

Temples swelling

Nomad blood in the veins

Maps for arteries

Settling in one place is not for me

There is a whole world to see

I live on trains and moving things

Ups and downs in harmony

City dweller above the skin

Feeding off earth and hideous things

I follow maps and list places to go

And catch my breath

Cold nights

Long mornings

Final hours

Final flows

Time is a concoction

No roots and yet I have many

But the nomad in me

Moves through, moves freely

Picks up news and people

Collects stories from ghosts

But is never haunted

I live on trains and moving things

City dweller beneath the skin

Living off earth and beautiful things

Defying space and time

And dreamlike states of being

This nomad blood is mine for the keeping

Through veins pumping

And sustaining me

Until the next journey

Offering thinking time

Ink, grime, ink, grime, ink, grime, ink, grime.

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