STANDING BENEATH

piano playing rain lightening flames in a sky burning with storms   drums of thunder the slam of gods wearing armor   heaven backs up from swift winds claiming the air   as rain beats dry dirt with a wet hand    

FREEZE FRAME

  black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor                    

NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there  

FINALLY AWARE

The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises   it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams   and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new

CLOCK ON THE WALL

It was a like a movie of memories an afternoon of family pictures unreeling   reflection shadows rainy day card games the aroma of cut grass,   all reminders of heaven without sunshine   and how time cruelly changed leaving some behind while unfolding others stiffly like a washed shirt on a winter clothesline   … More CLOCK ON THE WALL

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

NO WHERE CLUB

Coolness of night is the heat of music   ripples of song wash against the shoreline of ears abandoned to the will of music and whiskey   the unreliable are drawn into convincing eyes absorbed within the web, a wicked spell they accept   ugly crazy lights flash, freezing frames without motion   the club … More NO WHERE CLUB

JUST UNDER

Night travel the vehicle of sleep a voyage beneath eyelids a place of forgiveness absent of answers voices remembered faces forgotten   a little bit of heaven from a preachers heart the sound of hell from a gamblers hands   favorable moons the burn of lemons and the taste of honey   crossroads in the … More JUST UNDER

A GOOD START

The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow   emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes   ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START

MY MOON

silent moonlight brushes silver over my face, as I gaze into infinity of dark the beginning without a bottom.   stars compete for my eyes with hanging diamonds and heavens beyond look back at me   man in the moon full of cheese, a wink and a half a carpet of chrome       … More MY MOON