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

#365. zeroing in

August 25, 2010

a vast world has opened words
out past time passing
by timeless words
or more
than

words lead past vast
worlds of time
passing
more
less
or

#355. atlas unlimited

August 15, 2010

vast map
my dreams
a pin dropped
life truly pointed
in a direction calling
me to the expressions
I need to do more than
survive in the woven strings

the daily real
is as unlimited as anything else
in the Endless

vast map
calls dreams
drops sharp pins
pointing life’s true
directions calling me
to the many expressions
i need to weave and to survive
more than the strings that are mine

#354. saturn night

August 14, 2010

hammering
the nail
bridge high
friends
sharing it all
sweets
cool fulton evening
air fun
when the now
is Now
string of lights
pearls
stumbling home and to bed with you

around
the corner
of this reality
over a stone steel
bridge half shrouded
in the rising east river mist
a cool song catches a tiny
breeze unhindered by
all the night noise
or drifting pot
fragrance
clears

suddenly the city shines
and my headache dissolves

#202. inhabit

March 15, 2010

inhabit
the life
of those
walking
the cobblestones
down town
intimately
possessing
the now
to walk
forward.

the grey rivers
are blue and clear
on any chosen day.

#158 Th Woman (more)

January 30, 2010

Th woman
to curl cool
nourish plant poet wolf

the red rises flaunts
her stuff passion
as flame

as soil
city bred heavy
as the fine reggae bass

turns all fantasy sails
into elementals
as air

***

curve into lust
a round
lust oil
desire finds the sun
tan worlds.

#111. storm flies

December 14, 2009

away i spin
leaf on the enony edge
thunderhead crackles tear ducts mine face
shifts nexus
rain
i fly high and cry
a storm
that flies
for you.

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