MADISON AVENUE 1959

eyes with work a wall clock without mercy typewriter language paper thick with ink corner offices glass doors with names water tank and paper cups fluorescent lights no one notices the hum high heels hair spray jackets and ties felt hats everyone smokes see you tomorrow

MACHINE SHOP

It’s a long whistle putting the hand on men and women as the earth tilts pulling them past open wooden doors into the maze of machinery where generations stood and counted hours and years until the next bodies of youth replaced names on lockers and punch clock numbers as the work produced exceeded the quality … More MACHINE SHOP

ONE STEP PAST

There was a lifting of dreams, a rising of hope an overreach of memories.   he was a velvet hitchhiker searching for relief.   secret angels touch the soul of his shoulder guiding him away from creative misfortune   he stands to the right of his shadow. as he witnesses the good within uncertain eyes. … More ONE STEP PAST

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME

A NEAR DISTANCE

This place is father away from home.  Each forgotten name or street adds miles to the distance.  Valleys became reminders of low points; unfathomable bottoms like dreams of running underwater.  There was a lost balance.  A gimbal unchecked. Spinning.  The horizontal plane fighting to remain upright. Days blend into days yet to happen. There is … More A NEAR DISTANCE