Life Views From Bourbon Street, Reflecting
Stealing the night
He wears it like a maskSlow streets slump
…………………………….And wait to be bornDo you know how to feel
……………………………………..And what is at stake?I see sin through thin disguise
……………………………………………….And smileKings with rotting souls
…………………………………….Wait for us to die
The sidewalks are our spies
………………………………………….Screaming for sweet surrenderI held the cold hand of a warm dream
That tapped me on the shoulderBrick film screens
……………………………Showing a picture I’ve seen beforePoetry
Poverty
PurityLook she’s nude in the window
I think we’re still wet from birth
Even a cricket casts a large shadow
……………………………………………………..In the right lightAre the gates open for our escape?
We’re unknown in IndiaSex chased a couple into the alley, laughing
Can I make it to California?
…………………………………………The hitchhikers’ whoreI tease myself with a clear thought
……………………………………………………..But she’s quick to leaveLoners
Lovers
And the Lonely
-Whose tears are these?
Summer’s End
From a porch
along the sound
lined with condos
and modern homes
that take the view
into their pocketthe trees break
in part enough
to bring into view
one drunken boat
wobbling
among the waves
Change Of Address
After we
disappearwe come back
againonly briefly
an eternal secondemerging in
the vacant cornerof a familiar eye
just to inspirea thought
before leaving
Song
I’ll go out alone
……………………….with you
tonightI disappear for only
……………………………..a second
to clear my headtiming is all we have
……………………………….in the endthe nocturnal rhythm of tides
beats a complex cadence
………………………………………on the heart
the minding numbing chaos
……………………………………………of waking
weighs heavily on my eyesmy shoulders slouch
and carry the burden of rising torchesthe even tempo of clouds
the overrun of stars
………………………………is lightened
in your stepsand the moment of hope
……………………………………..is outlined
in a primitive moon.