SERVING TWO MASTERS

we awake under rumpled sheets of thoughts the prison of two ideas   lines dissolve between dreams and the mystery of fragmented images   remembering corner shadows and glimpses of the lost and parts of what is never found as we rise from bed becoming the servant to the master of day  

BABYLON

there’s a desert on the edge of the last thought or spoken word   a mystery wide and full like a blue Egyptian sky or the walls of Babylon   a whisper of an answer a tear caught within a lie   a song without words safe and attached  

OUT THERE

A shred of sunlight a mystery rising without song halting dreams for another time   eyes open like day lilies testing morning   you get in the car go beyond where you should be under approaching clouds and the edge of limits   pushing hard stirring the dust   past words like “come back”  

BRING IT BACK

It’s the center of this and that a beginning sound   a chance waited for full of hope with few answers   a youth of energy believing in innocence while wondering about shadows and where they sleep at night   its where we wish to return the place we thought would never leave while we … More BRING IT BACK

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