artists

upon an artist
i met one day
he asked what it was
that made the artist buzz

so...
i felt an angel
in dunedin
to stop disasters
time was fleeting
i went to meet the artist

being there
what i was seeing
the great process
of slapping your self
down onto paper fleeting
it went away, i missed the bus
at home i caught the artist

seeing things quite differently
looking through a dark gemstone
distorting what he saw in us
the people who provide the work
we all are seeking seems to make him cross

but with no opinions to criticise
or people for to make him lost
in thought, dependent
on humanity is what i feel the artist was