the bones of words remain behind like rumpled sheets without memory of sleep as day tosses a mixed salad of walking and arriving the hours melt into the water of day time slows for anxious eyes while rain marks windows and umbrellas below splashing on buses sizzling off neon’s coats of color … More FROM ABOVE
Rodeo days slip into his dreams he owns a crooked walk from a youth of injuries unshaven a tipped hat frayed collar faithful jeans boots full of stories wrinkles honor him of places forgotten and doors left open dogs watch him without growling as he moves on. … More HALF SMILE
a gust of evening wind cools the skin while I follow a path beneath pine boughs and their sweet aroma an opening light of the moon brushes past mists of ghosts stars appear like diamond footsteps pointing toward home as night follows close by my side
scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse cactus cast shadows over sand and rock the sun moves past the other side of barren hills cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC
piano playing rain lightening flames in a sky burning with storms drums of thunder the slam of gods wearing armor heaven backs up from swift winds claiming the air as rain beats dry dirt with a wet hand
fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky
the gravity of shadows is a novelty of brilliance a triumph conquering all surfaces clinging with conscious desire following colliding passing over never complaining faithful right to the end
Over the desert floor high wires hum in monotone supported by steel frames passing messages relaying news births and deaths far below snakes and insects sage brush abandoned cars pieces of the unknown footprints broken glass a shoe and a shovel
words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats words are strength from imagination fathoms words become whispers in night promises in morning begging hurting believing following into dreams yet to appear
voices descend through the fire escape men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke women whisper children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley a cat sleeps resembling driftwood pigeons gaze down from the rooftop Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window
Roger Singer 