WALKING HOME

A slap of cold air bruised blue the covering of my skin   A bullying wind caught me by the neck twisting my hat   yesterday’s newspaper jumped from the grasp of a fence lodging at my ankles like a homeless pup   night pulls dark over my steps.          

PARK STREET

Late into night images appear on the ceiling of my bedroom sharp angles momentary slivers of car lights traffic signals neon flashes crawling, colliding   perishable images appearing then vanishing without sound as the slip down melting onto the wall  

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

ONE DAY

Always looking for the next bus that would take him to where he belongs   not sure which direction and weather has no say   traveling with a good hat and short story secrets, the ones unable to explain with just one line   roads have adopted him pushing him beyond crossroads     cant … More ONE DAY

ALWAYS AROUND

Early winds signatures of change branches sway under invisible forces from all sides pushes past objects never restricted intent always direct untraceable altering without reason curving through cities tumbling into canyons unimpeded over deserts    

CONTINUE ON

Wealth is the combination of thoughts, the garden of words where imperfection becomes perfection; the moving of art to the wall of decision and creation.   The unconventional surfaces as wisdom. There is an essential compression of impulses dispersed in operatic form.   The insistence to peruse is natural, it’s where the person is restored.