The tires slowly rolled heavy under the long black menacing frame as it entered the alley crushing pieces of glass snapping like bones of half life creatures laying under fire escapes and buzzing neon lights that have more alive than the thinned armed souls leaning on walls for balance as a curtain of humid stagnant … More HEAVY TRAFFIC
A Song full of horns fell out an open window, splashing the air while reaching the sidewalk where passerby’s failed to notice the temporary comfort. Tenement dogs growled nervously at barefoot children. Colorful chrome decked cars and men with hats cruised by. A police siren attempted order. A young man ran into the alley. Like … More TENEMENT RISING
Songs of subways overhead press out the language of day as they weave, screeching the overload in corners, releasing sparks while heads inside sway without control. Shadow art on the pavement below scripts across cars and people, into alleys then splashes jaggedly onto store fronts. The aroma of diesel fuel, creosol, standing water, barrooms, exhaust … More MOSTLY IGNORED
Hot city. Concrete alleys. Weeds crawl from cracks near broken glass and homeless stars. Black wires above connect buildings like jungle vines where birds and small creatures cross the canyon. Mounds of garbage sit fat with moisture, ripe with decay. A back door opens. A fat man wearing an apron steps out lighting a cigarette. … More CONCRETE ALLEYS
An alley. The warm side. Red bricks mortared with sweat. Black pipes track to the roof. A radio bubbles the air. Sad songs like cold air drop into shadows. A window watcher. Second floor. Beneath the fire escape. Fingers prying apart white blinds. Viewing below; eyes deep set, hidden in a cave, protected, revealing nothing. … More WINDOW FINGERS
The rumble Of jazz Rattles the air Like crazy cats Scratching Garbage can tops As the band Lifts from down Pulling the shades Bold and tight While raising The sound High and loud Beating out Fast and catchy Winds Whipping up A storm Of sweaty souls Dropping the rain Of dance Onto … More GARBAGE CAN TOPS
Car lights pass below on the street. Bloated twisted images spread shadowed alien figures onto building corners, peppering them onto flowered wall paper in my room, laying them flat with quiet colors. Tires hum grand and black, forming voices from the motion of speed on pavement. Red lights make for angry stops. Engines battle for … More STREET BELOW
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as cool air covers the tapestry … More FINDING NIGHT
FRONT STREET A heavy metal door slams tightly forcing calm footed pigeons up, vibrating humid air as they rise over the backside of Front Street. Clotheslines run between red bricked buildings, like knife blades over the alley as curtains flap against peeling window frames hoping for escape. Rusted fire escapes provide summer comfort for gossip … More FRONT STREET
Late night breezes drift over cooling sidewalks, circling vendors with hands of profit and eyes labored with sleep. Paper lanterns, the skin of butterflies twist lazily, casting light fragments onto storefronts and strangers. Voices, parts of sentences and half words pass under weathered awnings; the air is thick like legs running underwater. Lime Street breathes … More LIME STREET
Roger Singer 