linking call number

im running around
behind pinstripes droplets
cascading down round
manhattan's york street 85
his voice is getting louder
calling me back
calling me back
not that path
but the path ive chosen for you
gaepetto's threads
string me. along
lightly i thud my foot down
left, right
the call ive become accustomed to

you know what,
turning round the corner
stands glass panels
inward looking
australian designer's retail
in glam

thats the next thing
the next big show
around new york
americans are starting to love
australian designers
for what they produce
qouting carson(queereye)
"Oooh this jeans make me look HOT!"

the transcripts are rolling in
the artist blooming with deity like
rosy hues
that lie across a.woman's cheekbones.
the sky is flourishing
the snow clouds are gathering

and then you hear His voice
calling me
leading me
as i bow my head low
continue to pray.