All these spaces
Running up and down
Back and forth
Sideways and frontways.
Flowing in and out of each other
Stretching like time
Becoming and staying
Changing like the generations that
Call between the lines and
Ask what made them stay.
Our town for now
To own it and shape it
To flow around it or
Redirect the direction all the way.
From here sitting and knowing the floor.
19.9.10
Moving fast east.
The reflections shine in the plastic spaces,
Sometimes showing through to see faces.
Color so many.
Souls shown times beyond.
Busy working bodies.
Not idle, but here that.
Bodies tired.
Mouths unresting.
Serving the place where seats and
Air-conditioned metallic compartments hold them.
Next stop
The reflections shine in the plastic spaces,
Sometimes showing through to see faces.
Color so many.
Souls shown times beyond.
Busy working bodies.
Not idle, but here that.
Bodies tired.
Mouths unresting.
Serving the place where seats and
Air-conditioned metallic compartments hold them.
Next stop
14.9.10
Second Row Angel
Zombie-eyed stare
At the back of your figure
Hair tousled by the wind and
Hours of sleep
or lack thereof
Brown strands of interrupted grace
Highlighted with golden pieces throughout
Wildly untamed, jazzily teasing my ear.
Beautiful hot pink
Laced up bodice
On thin frame
Please come unplugged
Be here to talk and
Share you stories
The extent to which.
List them like the lace
Wear them with pride and some sass.
Shadowed eyes veiled behind
Laquered lashes.
Hiding behind what you don't know
Feel it and let it think.
Clarify your chaos from the
Laced lace pieces that
Bind your heart to your front
Keep it close and slowly
Unwind with pen.
At the back of your figure
Hair tousled by the wind and
Hours of sleep
or lack thereof
Brown strands of interrupted grace
Highlighted with golden pieces throughout
Wildly untamed, jazzily teasing my ear.
Beautiful hot pink
Laced up bodice
On thin frame
Please come unplugged
Be here to talk and
Share you stories
The extent to which.
List them like the lace
Wear them with pride and some sass.
Shadowed eyes veiled behind
Laquered lashes.
Hiding behind what you don't know
Feel it and let it think.
Clarify your chaos from the
Laced lace pieces that
Bind your heart to your front
Keep it close and slowly
Unwind with pen.
12.9.10
Start.
Miniature morning cobblestone.
Matte tiles to greet me.
Stumbling from Saturday night daze to
Here in Sunday morning light.
The thin cracks grey fill and press.
Bottoms of my chill feet touch.
Ground to commence the day.
Path to sink and new time.
Foggy mirrors above still cloudy
My unfocused tired gaze.
Start.
Matte tiles to greet me.
Stumbling from Saturday night daze to
Here in Sunday morning light.
The thin cracks grey fill and press.
Bottoms of my chill feet touch.
Ground to commence the day.
Path to sink and new time.
Foggy mirrors above still cloudy
My unfocused tired gaze.
Start.
Children Fest
Beating drums with lives beating here tonight.
Too much beating for the sky.
It gets covered up and doesn't want to show its light.
Gleaming shining faces under white tents stained in the right.
Part and chanting syncopation.
German pants for two tickets.
Why are there children here?
Little innocence.
Muffled faces trying not to beat so much.
Too much beating for the sky.
It gets covered up and doesn't want to show its light.
Gleaming shining faces under white tents stained in the right.
Part and chanting syncopation.
German pants for two tickets.
Why are there children here?
Little innocence.
Muffled faces trying not to beat so much.
7.9.10
Wake
Carrying the dog like a child.
Asserting your dominance over that creation
Like your ancestors were
Trained specifically to do.
Fathers before you
Trying to control and gain the confidence.
Passing by the corner hour after hour.
You stay there still
Letting that channel of smoke billow out
Swirling in your wake and
Thrown by the wind
On this blustery afternoon.
Asserting your dominance over that creation
Like your ancestors were
Trained specifically to do.
Fathers before you
Trying to control and gain the confidence.
Passing by the corner hour after hour.
You stay there still
Letting that channel of smoke billow out
Swirling in your wake and
Thrown by the wind
On this blustery afternoon.
6.9.10
hours
The golden hour.
I've never heard of that phrase
Til you uttered it now.
Perfect words for the picture
Light below that spreads
From buildings to windows
Shining in pure yellow glory.
This city on fire from a
Day of life moving through streets
Hearts shine as it
Reminds us the sun will be back in a few hours.
I've never heard of that phrase
Til you uttered it now.
Perfect words for the picture
Light below that spreads
From buildings to windows
Shining in pure yellow glory.
This city on fire from a
Day of life moving through streets
Hearts shine as it
Reminds us the sun will be back in a few hours.
Dizzy
Before our time here is over
I beg you to see the universe how
The creator made it to be experienced.
Search for the moment, the place, the expanse
Where you cannot come close to
Comprehending the vastness and the beauty of
What is before you.
The number of small white lights
Too enormous for you to distinguish each alone
Combining into a masterpiece so awesome
It literally blows your mind.
Nothing above you makes sense
Yet you have an overwhelming comprehension.
The spectacular nature of
Who you were made to reflect.
I beg you to see the universe how
The creator made it to be experienced.
Search for the moment, the place, the expanse
Where you cannot come close to
Comprehending the vastness and the beauty of
What is before you.
The number of small white lights
Too enormous for you to distinguish each alone
Combining into a masterpiece so awesome
It literally blows your mind.
Nothing above you makes sense
Yet you have an overwhelming comprehension.
The spectacular nature of
Who you were made to reflect.
2.9.10
room
I sit up in
It is still
Sweaty sweating
This enclosed face with the wind faltering
Like the sound that is falling
Up as it's bouncing from pane to pane
To the floor I'm above now.
Alone here thinking
Pondering you and you and even a
Little consideration for you too
Where I really wish
You would be thinking too
In words and movement
Enough to break it
Crash the still night
Slash the colors you store
Being an imitation of the crazy
Exploding spirit that implores
One purple flower growing tall in the
Big beige bush on the north side of our
Communally constructed streets
Built to be inhabited
We shy from the humanity of it
Stolen away we lock
Into dim rooms with
Too many pieces of furniture
Strewn clothing covering
Stained-aged carpet.
Placed for warmth in a place
Interrupted by slamming doors
Pushed and pulled
From me to you and you
Books ask for my eyes
Mind doesn't go there and words
Mean things more than what I should
Try to learn
From opening and looking
Up on the eighth floor.
It is still
Sweaty sweating
This enclosed face with the wind faltering
Like the sound that is falling
Up as it's bouncing from pane to pane
To the floor I'm above now.
Alone here thinking
Pondering you and you and even a
Little consideration for you too
Where I really wish
You would be thinking too
In words and movement
Enough to break it
Crash the still night
Slash the colors you store
Being an imitation of the crazy
Exploding spirit that implores
One purple flower growing tall in the
Big beige bush on the north side of our
Communally constructed streets
Built to be inhabited
We shy from the humanity of it
Stolen away we lock
Into dim rooms with
Too many pieces of furniture
Strewn clothing covering
Stained-aged carpet.
Placed for warmth in a place
Interrupted by slamming doors
Pushed and pulled
From me to you and you
Books ask for my eyes
Mind doesn't go there and words
Mean things more than what I should
Try to learn
From opening and looking
Up on the eighth floor.
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