It’s the anxious part of me, working to find a home for my thoughts. Cataloging single words while they circulate like carousel horses waiting for the run to the barn; verses change the menu of how I speak. I avoid the company of well wishers, praising the moment, ignoring the spirit. They feast on … More MIGHTY STREAMS
The last train holds seats for strangers. Yesterday’s newspapers catch at the ankles of the sleep and possessed. The rhythm of steel wheels creaks loudly into the corners, alarming no one. Sinners pray for home. Saints sleep past their stop. Passing city lights reflect in a moment of blur, revealing sad eyes and lonely streets; … More TICKETS PLEASE
The pull of gravity provides a slow blink of reality and caution. Unfamiliar dreams of eyes with stars, kings of stone, and watch towers under gray slate skies create the beginning of desperate ambitions. Repentant knees drop with emotion, praying for pockets of hope and second chances.
This town has no easy street. Its not about luck or the draw in favor. Fast shoes keep them moving on sidewalks, all looking the same. Red lights give pause to the race and the prize that fails to praise. The occasional flowers and the best of struggling trees survive in silence in empty … More EMPTY LOTS
Roger Singer 