RIGHT THERE

the gravity of shadows is a novelty of brilliance a triumph conquering all surfaces clinging with conscious desire following colliding passing over never complaining faithful right to the end

PASSING THROUGH

Over the desert floor high wires hum in monotone   supported by steel frames passing messages relaying news births and deaths   far below snakes and insects sage brush abandoned cars pieces of the unknown footprints broken glass a shoe and a shovel        

WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

A QUIET STAND

she is stone   a weeping of messages from the hard side of time   she is a half open door an envelope unsealed   passion fire burns within   her tears are jewels spilled to the floor                     broken. weeping crystals, messages from time; the … More A QUIET STAND

OFFERINGS

She is an open field   a spirit cloud of linen   a breath between waiting   the shades of trial and error   a host of tumbling thoughts   her prayers offered without answers   hidden in rhymes and verse   she falls into waiting arms like a fear captured    

UPSTREAM

There’s no bottom to the city   treeless empty lots   broken stone trash and puddles where buildings were planned to reach the moon and stars   sidewalk people swim upstream in both directions without order searching for a place   sirens help or prevent   subways rattle breathing heavy stoic faces anxious hands

ANOTHER STEP

Removing the coat of protection   the curtain once important   breaking away from the person within   where the dust of youth is a repeating song   while pushing out the voices of ghosts and shadows

SURFACING

Be the road long and unending with steps repeating   like a drum releasing a beat while stepping through a curtain of promises to the other side   where removing and separating is no longer blurred like underwater images   we try to forget   surfacing a little less broken

THE VOICES

she holds close the pain careful not to break it   like a hunger she feeds it in morning speaking to it at night   grieving flows within watering the splinters of thoughts embedded in memories   helping her is not easy when the voices attack me   I know she’s still alive inside when … More THE VOICES

A GOOD PLAN

Yesterday’s pain looks up from underwater gasping for air from the previous day   black cats walk soft before the wall where the courageous the weak and those without voice stand   somewhere there’s a recovery net to catch the hopeless before striking the ground   a wide generous surface providing the first step forward … More A GOOD PLAN