Day turns over its hand the imperfect fame and weak applause of dusk follows into nights cover where careless fears settle within a harvest of solitude the sound of breathing entertains the imagination of rebels in hiding nearby while in the black beyond there is always something like a vanishing accident or an unused … More SOMETIMES ALONE
Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud
From the heart a factory of tears where walls rebound or block. The eyes watch the hands fall away; they see better in darkness. Each breath folds into corners as voices pull at the blood to speak edging out truth and lies. Ears hold the place of faraway; the last words become the knife separating … More THE START OF ALWAYS
It was a stampede of wheels into a darkness thick as sand. The temperature sprayed heat long past the drop of sun. Engines like the coyote’s scream bring on chills. The cars race to a spot just beyond the edge of nothing. Wild songs dance with air. Bottle tops rain onto blacktop where rubber burns … More UNCHAINED
Yesterday’s puddle reflects a crescent day moon. Leather jacketed teenagers hold court on Bowery Corner. “Which way is …?” asks the stranger. Three people point in different directions; the lost hold the discovery of where they need to be. Overhead subways kill the corners with sparks. Car horns take apart the air. Sun reflected windshields … More CITY WATCHING
It’s a slow step into cold air; the season twists out a new face. A cat meows at a half moon. Heaven hears the barking of angry dogs. Strands of mist stretch from street lights. Whispers rise from the alley. Window dressings slumber. Libraries welcome closing hours. Rain reduces the burden of clouds. Dead winter … More A LINE DRAWN
She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER
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
On or about town the luxury of disregarding depravity As the eyes choke out the heart. It was once a dream place a song matching every mood until tears stirred the soul awake grasping for a rope before drowning back into the stream of civilization with rumbling feet pointing to … More LEANING
The march of umbrellas. Half stretched domes against turbulent clouds. Faces pitched forward. The rhythm of drops is the exhaust from heaven. It’s a temporary wash of mankind, touching coats and hats but not the heart. There’s a walk of escape to a point up ahead. People blur the canvas of motion, fighting against the … More BETWEEN DROPS
Roger Singer 