A jukebox holds the room hostage neon’s struggle scratchy songs labor in love patrons huddle in whispers a black checkered floor receives night traffic crumpled napkins a phone number written in red. cracked seat cushions welcome the tired and depressed a lone waitress slow motion hats tipped, heavy mascara leather jackets tattoos … More THE GATHERING
Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever warm days touch the side of faces in a silent act empty chairs hold shadows several times removed their song is a story of before where fondness waits for no one the clock of seasons protects the secrets of dreams … More A PATH THROUGH
Next door mumbled thoughts leak through cracked plaster into my stale air fevered dark shades of anger rise like storms born of heat then coldly pass blinking neon breathing lights flash to the wall soundless and dead hidden pipes suffer with song like tenors coaxing tears out of the weak
It was a stampede of wheels into a darkness thick as sand. The temperature sprayed heat long past the drop of sun. Engines like the coyote’s scream bring on chills. The cars race to a spot just beyond the edge of nothing. Wild songs dance with air. Bottle tops rain onto blacktop where rubber burns … More UNCHAINED
Just past midnight there’s a revival of stragglers and empty pocket musicians at a corner diner where the boisterous aroma of grease and burnt toast fill stagnant air. Writers with frayed collars, artists wearing scuffed shoes and actors not yet acting sit on red vinyl seats around black formica tables. There is rebellion in crooked … More OPEN FOR A CHANCE
There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen. A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER
The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral. Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven. The song is within the breezes, warm and cool. The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND
It’s the things that make you………. The last stone in the wall, A single word worth more than many, The look that holds the attention, The song full of what we need, The day regardless of rain or sun, The dance that fills you with good, The voice you run too, The screen door … More YOUR SONG
Her song pressed out what was good, speaking about night and alone And how to make the giants go away. Her anger was mild and her forgiveness peppered with flavor from street Lights and city traffic, yet she exhibited a cruel disturbance, like chaos by the numbers; a painting of sadness. She warned that dust … More BEFORE AND AFTER
Roger Singer 