the ancient
timeless whirlpool
tossing me
an old coca cola can
in an empty
six train car between canal
and spring
before summer and fall leads to winter

#371. more sun

August 31, 2010

pale day
in the hot sun
its the way living
people fade that bring
out the ancient forgotten
restless shades of gone new york

laying awake
with my life
ready to go

with the shades
of new york
flickering

black and white
almost
overwhelming

the traffic
and people
but all silent

as time
is terrible
and sweet

as the sharing
of words
often is

still
surface
tension
grey
glossy
river
water
bulge
ripple
stone
tower
brooklyn
bridge
summer
heat
wave
day
peace
real
moment
truth
meaning
our
life

#317. connected

July 8, 2010

floating on the rolling waves
a massive wooden beam
bounces off the stone
tower of brooklyn
bridge sings
and spins hitting
again with a dull tone
sending shivers and ghosts
into my awareness of right now

been a rough saturday for folks
enjoying a day in the city
tempers flare as the train rolls
cool as tickets are punched
good young conductor knows
his stuff woodside next gets us
all under way to queens
jamaica night air puff
and a change sitting
higher now as the points
sound under the car lulls
most to sleep i pop a redstripe
tallboy on the way to babylon
marley comes on pandora barely
random as the dreamers trainsong
dreams roll parallel tracks over
diagonal streets as the sea scent
of bayshore gusts in the open
door old villages ensphered
by decaying suburbia blending
past sayville patchogue on
to something approaching the wild
groans of the uneasy dozer
behind me where imagination
allows a view my window
cant reflect on tomorrows rest
a piano melodically crashing
thru the pine barrens out
beyond mastic beach station
i hear the girls harmonizing
waiting for me to arrive in a few
guess the doze got me too
no matter because the quiet
comes on rolling beautiful past
invisible as i finish my beer
with a gentle rustle of paper bag
speonk is shed with fragrant air
filling the remaining travelers who
eye the promising deep and dark
excitement blowing thru west hampton
the hampton bays next to build up
my happiness for south hampton
and the warm north sea house
and everyone that means
the train can finish its route
without me

#302. south street walk

June 23, 2010

summer leaves
crisping not
wilting
subway
air dense
as a rye bread
baking on lower
east side
stairs
lifting
up and out
bodies disperse
finding spaces
to catch
delight
zephyr
fragrant
dream floats
across the starry
river where brooklyn
she smiles
dances
cooling us
walkers at night

#301. rain delay

June 22, 2010

the ever changing east river today
slate grey slate green white topped
waves overtopping the boardwalk
while the limestone and granite
towers and span of brooklyn bridge
stands a silent watch over me
alive singing in a driving rain
as my dog waits patiently to go home

#124. the timeless endless

December 27, 2009

ghosts
of old men and women
are never really old except
that a shadow is entire
stretching
from navel
to crown
from root
to creation
from timeless
to endless

#116. Out Cold

December 19, 2009

Out cold
over the east river
the snow blows
and the ghosts
flow in and out
of the arches
of the brooklyn bridge
small biting flakes
bedeviling
the only living
soul walking
the span.

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