DESPERATE

the lost know how to be found they are the dust of failures and the chance for success they court the sun worship the moon and question the shadow following behind they hum an unfamiliar song remembering parts and the parts offered up for another try at something, anything

DISTANCE

he stretched to the moon his hand, fingers pointing into unknown fathoms with an ethereal line breaking beyond gravity and limits as he stood on the soil of his part of the earth looking up into the dark and black tempting, taunting the distance from her to there in defiance 

SOFTLT ABOVE

the last clouds of day are rooms over the ocean, curtains of moisture reabsorbed, exposing a a carpet of stars, glistening sweetness nourished by angels as we trespass beneath heaven

EMPTY STOMACH

turn arounds where roads end like poor decisions and empty pockets where dreams the size of mountains fall from the sky melting into an ocean under a moon where new roads fail to create change from unaccepting disapproving eyes while repressing sadness and an empty stomach

THE DARK SIDE

THE DARKSIDE of the moon hiding its face kindred spirits fastened by a line separating the extremes of fire and ice where time has no standard on surfaces without life static suspended gravity dependent, one side bright the other facing backward with a silent view of undisturbed infinity

FIRST SIGHT

morning on the eyes breathing without trying, feet to the floor, a moon landing arriving, stretching like canvas dried in the sun watercolors of the room observed the mirror of truth exposes the shades of a face preparing to change washing and then leaving

PARTS OF EVERYTHING

the cafĂ©   suspended strings of white lights, like stars pointing the way   shadowed tables, people talking, whispering, listening, leaning inward for the words   waiters in aprons angling between tables   welcome aromas red cloth napkins, anxious expecting eyes   waiting is the gift finally received  

SALT AIR

on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost   day was slipping silently into a breezy evening   the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses   city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon   he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping   … More SALT AIR

BROKEN WISHES

it begins to rain   heavy without warning, an ocean of water descends from the sky   stepping around broken glass in the gutter, reminds me of fallen stars and broken wishes   I am soaked through, exposed, feeling shirtless as the cold clings to me   water gathers then runs off abiding to gravity … More BROKEN WISHES