The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path the soul of travel are tents left behind places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING
I have roads in my pockets. Curves and straightaways own a piece of my steps, as I never look back over a thunderstorm wet shoulder; hats have a way of getting in my way. I’ll find a coat for winter and shorts for summer. I found a pair of sneakers in Phoenix and some … More PASSING BY
A message in the clouds hovering over a backroad. A broken thread releases a gallon of dreams where night birds run unchecked on country roads. The unspoken order of fragile pledges prompts secret trespasser’s away from downtown fortresses for the unknown, the chance of speed, with a splash of hope and promises broken; there’s no … More DRAWN AWAY
It’s a twisting of hands, a thirst to indulge the spirit of the getaway, the radical, unradical of wish and desire; air through a chrome grill chews hungrily the dark of night on tendrils of unlighted roads. The tires roll out a language of hate and speed; the normal is scrapped for expression. Roads … More LOST ROADS
Back roads of dust break into my dreams, dividing me. I fall into waters of the past; temporary ground with shallow allotments of time. Like ships running aground, I relive fleeting sections of thoughts wrapped in vines of voices. It’s all a stage of featured impulses holding center court, like lyrical messages on the shorelines … More INTO THE CENTER
His rhetoric magnetized ears to listen. The words were a broadsword to the mighty, pushing against the gravity of their jealousy. His thoughts never rambled; holding course like a meridian or constellation. He declaimed with authority, luring listeners, seizing on the interest of their desires; the sun and moon filled his pockets. Morning moved … More RELEASING
It was a grand road leading to the great house. Ancient trees lined the way. Their size were remarkable. Wide thick branches traversed to the other side, collaborating in a mixed entanglement of deciduous matter. The road became diluted under the strength of the boughs and surrounding fragrances. Deeper into the passage the car emerged … More BEYOND SHADOWS
Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside. Truck lights create lonely shadows. Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope. Their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home. Familiar voices are … More DOWN AWAY
A high heat pushed roadway lines sideways. Crowds trample the streets as they pull themselves toward a destination within a sea of shoulders and elbows. Fire escapes spread waffle slanted shadows onto faded bricks. A radio pushes static into an alley where a man sleeps near dented garbage cans releasing the aroma of yesterday. … More EYES OPEN
A wind of travesty pulls at unparalleled corners pulsing under an undecided sky without blue or distance. Fame fleets past, slipping the chains of youth and farewells. I lounge into a chair nearest the door, gazing out to any path with desperate thoughts and empty pockets.
Roger Singer 