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
The wind was the change granite against paper shadows unfrozen running from a forbidden sleep the faithful pray the fastest get to safety first rational thoughts create sweat and pull out the tears the bones of trees rattle xylophone’s into jealousy shoes and those without step rightly with concern … More TWISTED WIND
In the corners of the desert whispers drain out as sweat becomes the turpentine from unnecessary movement desert flowers draw on moisture in the air bones lost in storms become the crossroads of the hunted each direction is an unknown destination while the lost and stubborn follow the moon tears stain … More STEP THIS WAY
Rain waxes the sidewalk to an earthly shine. Black clouds spell out a beating. Rivers open their mouths. Streams pray to grow. Umbrellas begin to appear, preparing to spring into action. Women begin to hurry for cover. Men walk as if the sun were shinning. Kids splash the anger out of puddles. Eyes look down … More CLEANING UP
Roger Singer 