PASSING BY

I have roads in my pockets. Curves and straightaways own a piece of my steps, as I never look back over a thunderstorm wet shoulder; hats have a way of getting in my way.   I’ll find a coat for winter and shorts for summer. I found a pair of sneakers in Phoenix and some … More PASSING BY

IN THE MOVE

A felt hat. A round angel wing molded from seasons. Warming the think machine while wandering the town in winter from rains and frost on the jacket borrowed from a clothesline in an alley where last night’s party revelers slept through a midnight rain while some searched for fame and dreams beyond the fingertips beneath … More IN THE MOVE

THIS WAY

The clock of many faces. Wrinkles stretched from time. Destiny swims in the eyes and legacies sweat from hard work. The silence of seconds push the hands into the next hour; no song can comfort the waste of circles within circles.  Dawn and dusk feed on one another.  Children are the second chance to find … More THIS WAY

MEMORY GHOST

      Railroad Avenue. Cinders and broken glass. Warm engines blowing smoke. Old men with hats, suspenders, stained work boots and pants. Great stories of Louisiana bayous, marshlands, mountains and oceans. Empty freight cars transporting lost souls and homeless dreams. Wooden platforms, benches carved with names.  Trackside families. Steady work. Scars and sweat. Creosote … More MEMORY GHOST

A FULL WASH

The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air.  Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work.  Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust.  Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH

FALLEN ANGELS

Railroad cars rattle to an uncomfortable stop.  The heartless metal boxcars release a few late night traveling souls. The aroma of pitch and diesel fuel permeates cool air.  Chameleon eyes survey temporary grounds for displaced scarecrows.  Torn outer coats, shirts without buttons, uneasy hats all possess that insistent hunger common to all. They walk to … More FALLEN ANGELS

CAPTURED IMAGE

Her hand dipped lazily into the fountain. Cloud shadows drifted over the square, shading tourists and children. Summer was yielding to fall. Orange and yellow drinks, wide brimmed hats and tables with lovers settled into a mild afternoon.   The woman at the fountain looked up, shielding her eyes like Cleopatra observing a desert of … More CAPTURED IMAGE

DOWNTOWN TURNING

It’s a wilderness upriver where sounds become trapped and lights attempt to block out the fear of night.  Loud music dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers gather in corners overlooking their own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze some sense from a hymnal.   A smokescreen of shadows suggests the passing of anxious … More DOWNTOWN TURNING

SO FEW PLEASURES LEFT

A shop window with a black background offers reflections for free.   Brief glances of approval or disappointment. a casual moment to review size or height or the unwanted parts. A tip of the hat. Straightening a tie. The acceptance of neatness or unchangeable habits.   The reflection fails to reveal inner thoughts, turmoil, sin, … More SO FEW PLEASURES LEFT

NEVER FAILS

I see visions of tomorrow. Clubs with open doors, red seats and low smoky lights; melting drinks and bowls of peanuts. Freight trains rumble by with freeloaders hanging on as winds rustle their shirts and jackets and hair without hats.   Fast talking and slow moving salesmen hawk everything, especially what they don’t own.  Kids … More NEVER FAILS