walking the street hours
he walks the streets in silence
in twilight moments

of quiet chaos
his head so full of shadows
that his waking stays

his mind rambles on  
when your head lay fast asleep
and you have enough

death is at his side
he'll find rest throughout the day
awaiting next move

find places to lay
your concerns are not the same
with darkness looming

A news reporter from Dallas interviewing about the new parking spots.
Talks of war and military combat training with men who know a lot.
The sun is shining along the sidewalk in front of the courthouse square.
A lazy day lending hints of spring soon coming is in the air.
The bell in the tower across the street chimes,
telling me i've one more hour before work and i go back inside.

found out my friend's husband had a stroke,
he's in a wheelchair now
corporate America has bought
all the places where i use to hang out


"fry street" is now townie's
the whole vibe's kind of moved to the square
and those run down old apartments
have a waiting list up to six years



a place where ya use to drink all night,
play chess, or stop to cool your head
now sales sandwiches
made all... on Pita Bread

there's a place beside where the "hack-circle" is no more
that says "crusty.." something by the door

making it clear that my days of 'rad' are dead
(screwit)
i think i'll get a bite down at "banter" instead

A lost treasure i discovered amongst a pile of things, outside and badly weathered,
swollen fat with broken back, but every page still in tact.
Eight hundred pages wrapped in lovely blue,
hundred year old print (Byron Poems), what "lucky-day" for you.

Don't know how others do,
but from her, I get rave reviews ;)

See some people, in my opinion, just don't
know how to leave "perfect" alone.
And God bless her. She is perfect... and to her,
I am too.



-our two lonely hearts on completely seperate paths
far between and few crossings periodically over glasses and laughs
-holding in a special sort of love and comfort,  
the times that we spend together, as dreams and fantasies long remembered
-our two wounded hearts, full in so many other ways,
complete "What might have been," playing at house for a few mythical days



Ah, but life moves on, (Shakespere said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow")
we must again forward tread each our own roads "on 'morrow"...
And accept that "Life is what it is" and
[as Woody Allen said] "Whatever Works"


-perhaps this seems to detached of a view to some,
but tell the truth
-don't I count my love?.. [her fair skin, my muse]
does my love less intensify as we part... [unbrused]?
-Our love is good I say,   and shall remain unblemished
because we always say goodbye and part with a kiss, when finished

is not life , and art and their existence in need of some balance.
-As so, our friendship has remained for years by knowing
of Our love... and its limits

looking up for your twinkling eyes
above cloud covers, it's nights like tonight
filled with feelings of indiffence
unsure of my place or if youre missed
silver / white gleam moves accross the sky
in view of steps where i sip on red wine
tommorrow is the begining of another week
i'll search out work, food and a place to sleep
but nights like tonight are lived moment to moment
unsure, but at peace with whatever gets thrown at...
(deep breath)

[Sounds of the "Lumineers" drift accross the yard
... and out into the darkness of the nite
with all thoughts of nothingness creep
and smoke from the last cigarette that sits perched 'tween lips
with glass, half full, dangling from fingertips]

a child, now a man fallen into a void,
found a hole in the fabrics of space and time...
stumbling along a winter night's retreat,
one of life's "easy day" times.





[i keep a notebook with me , that i use to write things out...
i had some trouble remembering today and have just about come full circle now.
eventually i had to stop reading and just think .. "why would i lie to MySelf?"]