Engine words roughed and ragged
fell out of him, crushing
the room, pushing back like
a wind energy
strengthening like a storm
wild with debris and alarm
waking the untrusting
slapping the innocent
Stirring an motion
wild with song
a moaning like windows opening
after winter silence
he stretches his hands in faith
when midnight swings
to pop and jive
as eyes speak lightening
he embraces the currents
of an upstream life
breathing hard with passion
in the life he commands
a freight train of emotions
he fills the void.
Roger Singer 