LINEN SONG

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  

ANOTHER STEP

Removing the coat of protection   the curtain once important   breaking away from the person within   where the dust of youth is a repeating song   while pushing out the voices of ghosts and shadows

SURFACING

Be the road long and unending with steps repeating   like a drum releasing a beat while stepping through a curtain of promises to the other side   where removing and separating is no longer blurred like underwater images   we try to forget   surfacing a little less broken

WITHIN THIS

An unseasonable difference the bouquet of destiny crowded within the magic of sleep the region between unknown footsteps unsure voices while the fullness of gravity prevents the ability for touch   this unexplained element of drama remains bazaar where particles of words raise the curtain on another morning  

DRIP, DRIP

A passive silver moon dripped its light through lace curtains into my room   the faucet in the bathroom dripped with precise regularity   both dripping worlds invoking their presence on me   there is no wisdom gained being in the middle listening and watching to the drip, drip from my shelter of awake between … More DRIP, DRIP

FROM A WINDOW

A curtain. Formed white. Soft folded ribbons. Linen eyes lust under the handle of breezes, searching the alley below; considering heavens of gods and men walking.   Strong sunlight. Warming rays. A morning of fullness surrounds summers fragrance; tar paper roofs, garbage, stagnant water. The breath of the city.   Voices slip from windows. Coughing; … More FROM A WINDOW

RAIL YARD

Coffee brewed with morning aroma in the apartment overlooking the rail yard. Between curtains, curious fingers open a space for wandering eyes. Men with hats and stained overalls oil the smoking metal beats. A tower switchman yells from a window to ears thinking of lunch. A dog runs over the twisting tracks, its tail tucked … More RAIL YARD