Concrete Alchemy
Pete Cholewinski
Everyone's doing lines:
white lines and psychic lines
and prayer lines and election lines
and lines from the creep at the bar.
Cuz everyone wants a Navigator
who'll put their life in his hands.
Like a flower growing in a parking lot,
I've got divinity in my soul
and earth running through my veins.
Raucous and raw as sushi,
I walk run leap soar-
exiled angel in the paradise I create.
