BREATHING OUT

the house was a fire of voices   a child on the front porch sang a song about water and boats   floor boards language inner travel from room to room   burnt evening skies brushed the house with setting shadows as night breathes out a deep sigh of quiet

THE ARTIST

regarded as the outsider   music and song crossing borders through the senses to make sense, for the combinations to work   dialogue success of an idea desperate creation painting over painting confidence and conviction   the pop and snap the finished product   the conclusion with unlimited opinions        

AWAKE

the roar of blood keeps the skin from sleeping   while spirits speak the language of awake and night dreams are absorbed into the flash of neon messages directly from the mouths of angels speaking of the everlasting though even they fail to fully understand   while half notes and unanswered prayers drip like a … More AWAKE

BEHIND THE EYES

pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight   eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows   faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias

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

MIXED AND EQUAL

Sealed within the envelope of night is a common indifference. Shadows appear equal. A corner musician pulls at the strangers eyes. Coins in the hat drinks for a night a city bus with sleepers roars by. Skelton road crews work for food. A walk between the avenues, neon signs wave welcome subways rumble below, buses … More MIXED AND EQUAL

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

FACE OF NIGHT

Night, the mystery, the closed eyes of day where shadows appear larger and forbidding.  Lonely dogs send howls of sadness into cold air.  Cats prowl on silver paws. Street lights make an attempt to provide safety.  Corner clubs become revived with music. There is a chorus of moving tires and workers on buses.  Voices round … More FACE OF NIGHT

FROM THE APARTMENT

Uneaten thoughts create unexplained spaces of emptiness.   As day passes, a portion of destiny is added to a legacy unfinished.   The elderly form short choppy sentences as they remember experiences their not sure actually happened.   Windows are bedecked with the last holiday; a broken wreath minus a bow. A light shines from … More FROM THE APARTMENT

THE HEART OF SONG

Two blocks into Harlem.  White shirts, black ties, flowered dresses, patent leather shoes, tattoos and beautiful hair; the streets are always alive.   The beat mixes up.  The man with a full beard smiles, exposing a picket fence for teeth.  Conga drums call out the dance in people.  Red and purple cotton hats jive like … More THE HEART OF SONG