he sees ghosts and speaks to clouds while sneering menacingly at people and dogs church bells nearby ring out praise and guilt clouds knit together, breezes circle salvation walks backwards sometimes retrieving the innocent while rejecting the poor
he whispered… softly, “one more day,” of sun summer to walk laugh forgive hold pray feel the rain the dirt winter encourage cry sing be kind send a card like myself pet my cat touch the ocean salt air a photo of my parents he whispered softly “one more…. … More SOFTLY
the jazz the hip the swagger the sound high life sweat and gin piano sweet horns of life dogs barking neon’s sizzle suspenders and silk pony tails beards and sash fingers snap lipstick and lace cymbals and sticks midnight and the passage to the other side
its where being broken coaxes the spirit to dance to psalms spoken soft while gazing up urging a cloud to spell your name, or form a puffed dog, instead it rains, light drops harmless dribbles, one shape beyond mist with a flat soaking on coats and hats, dripping off to the ground, soaking in, watering … More BROKEN UNDER RAIN
to brave the change the unknown on a park bench feeding pigeons, eagles in another life while enjoying the green as leaves scratch in winds way boys throwing stones dogs on leashes with angry eyes walking on paths around ponds as day is completed much like yesterday and tomorrow
the dogs of night get a new growl when backdoor clubs fill with evening voices dancers sway rhythmically within clouds of smoke lipstick numbers appear on napkins when approving eyes catch a glance yesterdays salted wounds disappear as morning stretches over empty streets
a full moon exposes the rugged skin of a meadow a storm dead tree paths grown over broken stone walls as the wind speaks a disturbed language punishing ghosts and beating gravestones on a night overshadowed by a black cat and broken mirror magic
the presence of light becomes absorbed within a gray mica sky leaves fold over as the sky weeps a barbed wire rain stinging the skin a dog wind with teeth exposed growls like rusted shovels beating black skillets everything appears to be breaking I surrender seeking shelter within a a rock … More SHELTER
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
There’s rain in the desert where lizards and one eyed dogs live on the wrong side of the tracks and bars with tired neon’s blink onto cactus and sand where nothing comes alive except lightening and dry winds as we try for the right way leaving behind what tries to hold us back in the … More TRYING TO GET OUT
Roger Singer 