MONA LISA MOON

A high lunar slice silver painted a sterile face unlikely warm soundless suspended solidly overhead where hinges in heaven slip it over nights curved sky speeding to a place over there where people point at shards of light reflecting on water hoods of cars windows the ancient stone the Mona Lisa moon half smiling.   … More MONA LISA MOON

FUNERAL MARCH

One step, two, the march of funeral feet slaps leather to pavement and jazz for the dead. ….blow mighty the horn of Gabriel. Tambourines snap under white parasols and spotless suits; angels watch in jealous pain. …the band lifts spirits beyond the grave. Black hands and red fingernails hold fever tight handkerchiefs, waving parade air … More FUNERAL MARCH

JACKSON SQUARE

  My walking soul, borne on the blood leather of my shoes, scratches its skin on the red uneven bricks below my curious walking.   The aroma of gardenias melts from trees like icing on warm days running thick and sweetly; crooked fingered branches above reach stiff like the dead.   A snappy stringed guitar … More JACKSON SQUARE

SUBTLE BREEZES

          She was a chance for good air the beginning of song released in the wings of her words bold with color strong with history on the stage where she worshipped the words opening black nights with subtle breezes like her travel to towns blurred with names and faces melting into … More SUBTLE BREEZES

HIGH GROUND

          Innocent violence creates the sediment of the street.   The people, the open windows, full of colors, spirits lifting out of gray shadows and black roads.   The streets are never satisfied, always hungry, hands reaching Hammering voices, Words speaking loud and sweat dripping.   City spirits drift uneasy, searching … More HIGH GROUND

THE CITY MOVES

Anxious up-filled boxes of unpacked thoughts awake. Hands begin to assemble the day. Idle parts take form. The first steps of the city begin to move. A mass of faces blur into colors. Space is challenged.  Lines like yesterday appear. Armies of legs swing into force as the city moves the gears of People.

ON DIVISADERO

ON DIVISADERO   A hill with faces and sidewalks, green shoes and sneakers without laces, chalkboard menus, peppers and onions and bicycles passing apartments with yellow shutters and terracotta pots with flowers reaching over touching heads as buses crawl and street cars sing the cables and pulleys stretch, the youth laugh with tan skin and … More ON DIVISADERO

OPENING DREAMS

  The pop of jazz rushed a line from his horn long with lifting a breath desired as the world slips from his eyes opening dreams with furious release like night runners searching for safety where every street is an alley of a song yet formed as angels slip and run and crowds lean into … More OPENING DREAMS

UPSTREAM

          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 … More UPSTREAM