By August Gladstone

Only lonely golems
March along in time
The beating of their false clay hearts
A rhythm without rhyme
Judah was a magic jew
Filled with holy pride
Judah sculpted, wholly new
And then Judah died
Who was he and who are you
To crawl towards the divine
To bask in peerless virtue
Immune and un-maligned
All these aimless artisans
Refusing to dine
Ache to craft the perfect face
But what about the spine?
The pressure of a purpose
Turns a diamond to a dime
Sinking in a sea of lives
Forgotten by time
So live a life of leisure
Sit back sip some wine
Give life absolutely
To a darling dollar sign
But if you ever give it up
The curse you hold so high
You’d be living lost as I
An earthworm in the sky
You are not a luxury
Passion is no crime
I’d sell my soul to speak to yours
What would you do for mine?
They seem to slip away from us
These souls we cannot buy
Perhaps an artist’s heart is clay (Continued)

Perhaps so is their mind
Only lonely golems
March along in time
But we march together 
And we together climb 

August Gladstone is a Los Angeles-based Writer, Poet, Performer, and Troubadour. He’s used his theatrical upbringing (on Broadway at age six) to craft absurd comedies, placing in numerous screenwriting competitions and performing across the country under manifold mediums including an appearance in the 2024 Netflix is a Joke Comedy Festival. An award-winning poet, he’s been published by Pa’Lante!, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Vagabond’s Verse, Vine Leaves Press and more. As a lyricist, he’s written for members of Supertramp, Crowded House and Ringo’s All-Stars. August is currently seeking publication for his debut poetry collection which is represented by 3 Arts Entertainment.

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