THE PARTS WE FEAR
his face, locked in the evidence of a traveled soul inner sufferings surfaced as disturbed currents threads from his past acted as an anchor, pulling him back from the edge of his unknown parts
his face, locked in the evidence of a traveled soul inner sufferings surfaced as disturbed currents threads from his past acted as an anchor, pulling him back from the edge of his unknown parts
there’s another place a city road leading to the edge where red roses color a meadow and a forest line provides a crooked path, like an open door, unseen, but known to wanderers, owning the sense of the line crossed over, where shadows are honored like myself to have been there once
under a crescent moon strangers find company with me like and open window where caution is fleeting, long on chances short on faith and explanations failing we are performers with blurred experience, cold to the skin like wet gauze or a spotlight on a road searching for a comfortable end
all roads lead from me, long spaces for nights blessings and mornings light as new beginnings stir the senses into full blossomed roads, where no choice is wrong, full of miles, waysides and memories
resurrecting self, folktales, adventures, surviving a space invaded with good works and deeds overlooked, the misdirection of obvious road signs while inspecting the caged animal within as chains loosen, constant pressure, the escape is inevitable, beyond the guardian, to be accepted or misunderstood
voices descend through the fire escape men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke women whisper children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley a cat sleeps resembling driftwood pigeons gaze down from the rooftop Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window
…the beginning of finding the step left behind the curtain untouched the magic uncovered there’s a long walk without reason or direction a time buried in alone a door offering release questions fill the pockets answers hope for friends search is the escape from the crossroads a subtle direction … More TODAY…OR TOMORROW
Always looking for the next bus that would take him to where he belongs not sure which direction and weather has no say traveling with a good hat and short story secrets, the ones unable to explain with just one line roads have adopted him pushing him beyond crossroads cant … More ONE DAY
The sidewalk is a stream, a playground, an escape without arrows to point the way out. Fallen stars, the scattering of dreamers believing in second chances, light the city at night. Children remain close by, guarded by the fences of stern warnings. Their visions asleep as they accept the ideas of less. Surrounding aromas … More NOT FAR FROM HERE
Speeding reckless tires, wheels of escape, the meaning of someplace else; answers between mileage markers. Humid breezes flip through the car. A lightening chrome grill pushes hard through stale air, biting it in half, it twists down the side of the car forming coils of tornadoes. Dashboard Madonna. Rearview mirror rabbit’s foot. Empty pockets hold … More ON AND THROUGH