LIKE YOU, LIKE ME

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

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

FALLING CHAINS

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            

RUSTY SKELETON

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    

TODAY…OR TOMORROW

…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

ONE DAY

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

NOT FAR FROM HERE

  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

ON AND THROUGH

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

MY ROCK

It’s my shoreline.  A place of footsteps and whispers, high clouds, blue cobalt skies, forever horizon; it’s a song I live.  A moment brings me in, an hour holds me tight.  It’s a place without time, without changing, it holds the strength of me.  I am the shadow of here. I stand on the edge … More MY ROCK

DESERT MOON

There’s a shadow in the desert; secrets under the sand and a moon encouraging worship. Winds from a distance, unwanted and cold. Creature side tracks scatter to survive. Everything that breathes must be strong; life is the gold of survival. A forbidden land.  Wide boundaries. No fences.  Safety is unknown. Water escapes the lost.  Crying … More DESERT MOON