before evening there’s an afternoon asleep a recipe of gathering, irresponsibility street corners the city breathes then exhales a boxcar moaning steel old faces disturbed that youth is wasted as age burns the fire out then points to the past laughing infrequently wondering what’s left digging into empty pockets going … More THAT WAY
our car lights cut a shinning path over a dark surface as we pass below boughs of great trees I lean out the window watching leaves twist as we hurry past stars blink on a dark infinity sky warm air rushes through my hair, my eyes blink with excitement our street … More OUR DUSTY ROAD
a shoreline song youthful and free waves of gold over blue umbrella art the beach a canvas of footprints voices, laughing, calling out the chance of summer over the shoulder, a pencil sketch of gray lines, a song built from day, a little of the past here in the present
regarded as the outsider music and song crossing borders through the senses to make sense, for the combinations to work dialogue success of an idea desperate creation painting over painting confidence and conviction the pop and snap the finished product the conclusion with unlimited opinions
the energy of day resigns itself to evening thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails
there, standing beside a forest, its green declaring war with one color, victorious, capturing the eyes with intimidating power a meadow, jealous of rough barked guardians without voice reaching to, almost touching infinity
seasoned arrows birthday candles flames highlight the years and passing shadows candles, joyous for children sensitive to middle age sentinel lights for the elderly a breath reduces the flames to smoldering wicks, a festive aroma encouraging smiles and other thoughts
shapeless descending rain onto the skin running the vines of the outstretched hands as welcoming drops drift into random paths directed by gravity and unevenness finally released to the ground, the willing undertaker of the falling from heaven
its where the pavement ends and road signs are shot to death scattered sickly scrub brush with harpoon needles waits for victims sweeping lizard tail art marks ancient sand, evidence of survival everything breathing or searching for water is the appetite of the desert, a soulless vacuum encouraging the line to be … More COLD VENGEANCE
I sense a stranger a cloud without a name half light the other gray no voice to introduce the spirit without a smile, coat, or hat as it enters my thoughts like a midnight diner person, sure footed, a table in sight, back to the corner watching for misplaced stragglers, loners and those wanting … More MINDFUL VISITOR
Roger Singer 