semantics
communication
of a playwright
of a speechwriter
of a poet
of a freelancer
of an author
of a journalist

to express
and to love

across the continent
just my disposable Kodak
and what's on my back

a bittersweet call
of Pomp and Circumstance
that echoes in the wind,
like a memory from a photograph.

soon the school band
will chant a Recessional song,
the brass ensemble roars
like an inspiring church choir.

today's hymn will become
tomorrow's nostalgia.
the teenage years filled with misery,
we will forget, in years.

but we'll remember the times
as if they were golden.

the stimulus inside
from the marvels around
filled with wanderlust
captured with my camera.

write, paint, sing
or play the violin
to create new lyrics
and a new melody.

the aerial inspiration
is everything I need.
others need a someone,
but I am my own muse.

whiskey breath,
cigar smoke.

thick rimmed glasses
over those green eyes.

an unlucky day
for a lucky fellow

Friday the 13th
was the date
my dad got struck by lighting

and lived.

behind the lens
is a solitary artist
with an adoration for style

won't accept money,
or an invitation for a drink,
only photographs

to capture the people
the society of New York
for the Sunday Times

one quaint apartment
with a single, loyal lover -
fashion