bring stained glass and a breeze no black party dress or hosiery wear something bright and comfortable forget mom's pearls and grandma's rosary no crowds or cameras just resurrection reflection of a kindness childlike responsibility files of times pick and …

Girl's got herself on a low cut white tee worn long and loose with her usual bundled hair blowing free and her frayed low rise button up bootcut Levi’s saddled on her swinging hips. * He spies, incognito, white bearded …

think too much but choose that pull the shade seek my own afraid space hitched a ride last night on noise and brightest of lights dared , the driver answered my call a fall satisfaction guaranteed asked politely of some …

oldsters youngsters hipsters pollsters pranksters beginners skilled grilled thrilled to be heading home hoodies hats n tats a screamer sleepers creepers a grinner at least one sinner tuned out tuned in greet meet share a blue seat no fuss on …

silly grin people staring wondering where i've been not where i'm at you ain't can't wipe todays paint off my face break for breakfast burrito great smell taste no race pool blue sky enjoying sweet coffee me oh my with …

a tired form proof of a long work day nothing wrong an honest way certainly , not a lot to show for the effort in real currency energy enough to buy stuff to eat , necessities i find for now …

my blinking blues seeing red thinking about your hues what's your color today don't need to wonder which one or way different shades but always red hot warm we are opposites on lifes wheel complimentary so , I blue ask …

Fascination with February three maybe only makes sense to me . Born on tragedy sung years later as the day the music died Buddy passed age 22 singer of Peggy Sue . Others also failed to survive however, the music …

Awake or half asleep through my bedroom window facing east a shy sky changes its mind opens mine . Able to see colors that my eyes have never seen , only dreamed celebration no fears no one hides swords n …

an incessant beat thumping a boy and his drum the numbers add up burning a hole to the bone buried under lifes clutter knowingly not felt the redness gone my only tattoo reveals itself during a pause to think hating …

clocks n watches time deadlines what is it good for probably lots of things but it's friday don't work til three bicycle over to the north park library its free shhhhhh trying not to disturb what joys me !

toe tappin finger snappin flying crying and eventually coming to rest no more fuss bus pass or credit cards favorite shoes or hat my temper and all that strived thrived succeeded hailed and failed followed my head n my heart …

coffee shops where alcoholics go to die and live look into a mirror you'll discover a dinosaur what , too many shots and closing times will buy you - salvation sought lost and find in a cup or a mug …

walking watching two load motorcycles onto a truck stop and talk about bikes changes provokes feelings of riding crashing invincibility ! almost all lost in years ago bounced around over hills and through trees yamaha suzuki recalls a ride memory …

no tic or toc plenty of other sounds sticking tickling my brain all to some other sort of time the rain in spain... tumbling round with lazy or crazy ? a pixies song playing where is my mind bobb-ing beat …

sundays are just so without edges of prior days washed rinsed away by what seems to be for me a tame waterfall speed that i control grazing upon my back and chest not so much my head instead depths that …

bluesy greasy drinkin smokin choking in hoboken yeah you've been there right street wrong turn burn edge on ledge off don't look down shoulders and head living leaving looking back to the window faceless standing upright not yet dead blind …

a life one of many memories shapes people places time money spent forgotten approval creation redemption laughter crying all into my blender chopped up and down loud or low slower faster richer poorer whir blur a life of many steps …

hugs n kisses hits and misses prayers said for more than i've known going home see mom limping more than me hearts tugged and pulled love lessons learned from her a tiny woman she grew old to become my portuguese …

lost and needing direction notice the place just ahead dirt parking lot a sign above cheers sounds nice enough walking in all regulars turning gazing deciding i wasn't from their planet walking taller past each one to my open seat …