Poetic Response To "Iron Sky" By Paolo Nutini

This is a poem. A poetic response of the resonance I felt with this song.

This song feels like sliding naked into a satin dress and satin gloves

This song tastes like a rich brandy

It drives like a 1979 Cadillac De Ville

It smells like a hot-boxed cigar

It sways like Marilyn Monroe's hips

It preaches like it's forefathers are Charles Bukowski, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Melchizedek

The rainy day rhythm is trance inducing

It is flame blue

It looks like stonewashed jeans and a wife beater with cowboy boots

It is absinthe

It is verdigris

It is Anthony Bourdain

It is Joaquin Phoenix

It is the grit in the concrete cracks on Broadway

It's the warm upward rush of air from the subway beneath city streets

It's the writ of refugees

If I were to put a compass to it it would lead us all through the land of our own shadows where we confront who we really are

It is graffiti

It's the song of the vagabond that calls us collectively to recognize that's all we ever are

It's the nomad's traipse and the disillusioned prophet's veritas

And, all I can think about when I listen to it...is freedom

Freedom for the soul's total expression

Freedom from borders

Freedom into a collective poem that snatches all of humanity from a false sense of dystopia...a poem that releases us into true salvation