The Streets of Pollution

When the shift comes

When the good has come undone

Rung out of the feelings

Absurd little dealings

Of high dollar agreements

Gentrification and public ceilings

I have become the problem

No longer a solution

Another chimney

On the streets of pollution

My feelings have crackled

Dried up like timber

Burst into flames

Under the opposite

Season to winter

My hopes wither

From giant logs on a river

To little more than a small sliver

The exchanges of gold and silver

Have yielded a new type sinner

With higher debts

And higher fevers

To push up rents

And out the believers

So now maybe I am the problem

I am not quite sure how it shifted

From pushing keys

In the seat I am sitting

Now to the lords of rent

Coming down hard

In a city unfit for a family and yard

So I will move on

To new opportunities and games

For somewhere else I may be the solution

To help clean up

The new streets of pollution

One, Two, Three

‘Up, one, two, three…”

Rest

I wonder how long I can do this

Just maintain

Sustain a healthy life

What about my career

Am I headed in the right direction

Ah f*ck directions

‘Up, one, two, three…”

Rest

I wonder if we will make rent this week

Can we afford to get some food tonight

I am sure we will be alright

Last time I checked we were

‘Up, one, two, three…”

Rest

I can’t believe how sore I am today

Walking over 5 miles a day

It’s a little much

To work and play

But I am tough

I am a New Yorker

‘Up, one, two, three”

Rest

4 workouts in a weeks

Trying to keep my body in peak shape

Just for the strength I need

To carry on life

To make progess where I thought

I could make none

Back

‘Up, one, two, three…”

guitar_Fotor hazy

Unattainable Repose

The elusive ghost

Chased through streets

Competing with our hands

Feet

Mouths open and close

Drifting words hung

Before the evening repose

This unattainable drifting ghost

My soul collapses on Wednesday

To only renew the next day

The brittleness of surviving

Well below the standards of

Living well and thriving

Conniving thoughts land soft

When arriving

Then dismissed in the thought abyss

Of carrying on

This day I just long for easy nights

Well rested then feeling alright

Keeping the feelings down

In my mind

In time

I will find

A rhyme of words

To keep me ahead

Instead of walking

Flying

In moments of desperation

It’s feet ahead

Eyes wide open

To just keep on trying

The Single Bird on the Avenue

A single bird flies down Manhattan Avenue

2 wings flapping strong in the wind

Gentle acceleration

Calling out lightly at 6 AM

Such stillness can exist in the city

High hitting trains come to a stop

To see this small bird perched atop

The brownstones of Brooklyn

Resting its wings

To begin it’s ritual sing

Lighten the roads with laughter

The clanking of iron clad walls

Retracted

Open for business now

Seemingly attractive

Deliveries on time and delayed

Now I rush out the door

To see the bird fly away

Thought Delayed

My brain in a bottle of kombucha on a ride through the rockies

Fermented and pressurized ready to explode

Some days my mind winds up so fast

With nowhere to go

Those days seem to be the most frustrating

Deranging

Planning becomes insufficient

My minds moves quicker than a prayer to St. Vincent

Contingent on results

That can no be provided quick enough

To ease my worried thoughts

I wish I was more thought delayed

Taking my days with quite more ease

Rather than trying to just run away

The mind can be a mild pond or a ravenous sea

Somehow I am the one who decides

It’s ultimately up to me

Industrialized Edges

The tall heights of towers

Lingering over industrialized edges

Waterfront

West of the city

Graffiti rich in depth and texture

From the skies to my feet

Greenpoint on the edge of the East River

Stirring up dust 

Unsettled 

Tell the tale

Of a big town

On the banks of the Hudson

Sweet Subtleties

The sweet subtleties of the city

Through the breeze of leaves

Blossom from the long winter

Spring man now enter

In the calmness of May

May we be entertained by the weather

Alone

The gentle feel of a mild day

Close your eyes

To feel the city lift you away

Vast Land Appeal

The country mind

Somehow growing up dreaming of the city

The bright lights

Open all night

The bustle of people

And feeling alright

Yet differently

How the city mind

Grows up dreaming of the country fields

Wind swept

Vast land appeal

There is no perfect remedy to this deal

For one desires the other

For the other can never be

What the city life provides

The country life will never be

So fill life full with many experiences

Long for the city

Long for the fields

The experiences we gain

We be our minds true yield