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
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
There’s rain in the desert where lizards and one eyed dogs live on the wrong side of the tracks and bars with tired neon’s blink onto cactus and sand where nothing comes alive except lightening and dry winds as we try for the right way leaving behind what tries to hold us back in the … More TRYING TO GET OUT
In the forest when raining numerous rhythms create a liquid orchestra the pulsing of loose waters spontaneous unexplained combinations a perfect blend of fragrance pine needles and lily of the valley generous displays of greening and wetness appear like glass
A forceful rain releases words from the broken parts of life lifted up against the weight of gravity, into passing clouds as the letters drift down they reform into the openness of sacrifices and shame revealing an empty shell once complete but still beautiful.
The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON
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
The structure of the proof is the land observant eyes and obedient ears stand fast within the silence the strength of rocks the support of roots a crowded rain newness is grafted in at sunset morning glories dip their heads the moon is a celestial flower what’s important is … More BETWEEN STONEWALLS
Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil
A low rumbling a quiet menace brooding on the horizon a language of sounds ominous clouds above the reach of man evil markings retire day’s shadows relinquishing serene space to a greater force heavy weather reflects in eyes gazing upward rain presses onto the souls of mortals.
There was a narrow reason to mourn a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE