Contour of heart
Falls on other part
Curves forming motion
Pumps blood
Life brooding ocean
From the heart
Cascading pumping
Pulling
The life beat
In sealed constant sheets
Blowing in life’s line
One in sync with mind
And falls
In stride
With the
True lovely art
And the many
Contours of the heart

Cold bitter cold
Sets in like weights
Heavy on the soul
Waiting at stop lights
On icy streets
Dusted paths
On December nights
Engine warms
It feels alright
I long for warmer nights
When souls bask outside
But it’s winter
Inside you will find
Every heart and soul friend of mine
Staying warm and passing time
In the deepest of wintertime

The old tree fell in the backyard
All 53 feet laying on the ground
Roots frayed and full
Indiana winds took their toll this time
Whistling over the lightly frosted fields
Stripping trees of the lady autumn winds
Snapping power cables like brittle candy
Cutting off the neighbors from the rest of the world
Rolling gravel and bending stop signs
No remorse the wind blows stronger and stronger
Shutting off the evening lifts with every single burst
Hitting my face as powerful as a cement filled hurse
The system winds through Indiana and in to Ohio
Leaving ravaged fields behind in this autumn blast
Concerted force on trees and forests
Pushing them over and moving on
A winter preview is now laying on the lawn

Chains crash bursting bones beating drums in my ears
Beating with a rhythm brash and clear
Treble collides with effect onto cold reiterations
Horns smack vibrant and violent against city walls
Shouts echo fearless and homeless abound
Asking for any spare change
Or spare parts
Through train windows I see executives
Bustle busy and focused
In trendy parlors filling skyscrapers
Taxis calling out to weary customers urgently making their way home
City lights blare focusing on distracted patrons
Stopping them in cold seclusion
Wind wraps round faces and Elvis bringing chills down weathered bellies
Stares generate muscles forcing bystanders to move over
Pushed over by commercials running constantly in city calamity
Urine run off under busy tunnels shuffling people throughout the city so
Waiting tunnels push wind roaring around corners with trains convexing through dingy scab filled walks
I realize my mind wanders through the overflowing cupboard of experience
Pushing me out into the world
Thickening my skin like train under bellies full of soot and grim
This weather has tested my soul pushing me further to my destination
There is no where in this nation
That can test your tender mind and soul
Like the true city of Chicago

A rainy night in Seattle
What can I say
That had not been said
All the cliches
Fatigued
And dead
But my eyes rest easy on this
Portal to the pacific
Sea swept
And beautifully terrific
Stores on the bay
Tucked in shanties
To hear what the sailors say
The luminous sunset over the water
Among the mountains
And just a bit farther
Connected to the land
The people live out their days
On a beautiful inlet in the Pacific Northwest
Where brick streets are the standard
And rain drizzle
Upon the cement sizzles
In Seattle we walk the streets
Keeping ourselves dry to keep
On a beautiful city just off the sea

In Brooklyn where the young souls breathe
Stiff leather shoes polished under their feet
Hair stiff and trimmed
High heels polished and thin
Put holes in Brooklyn sidewalks
Guitars clasp loosely to curved shoulders
Meetings brief interactions pass
Conversations weave from music to politic
The hectic city life traded for slower passings
A salty falls breeze slowly rustles through the tinder Brooklyn trees
The taco stand sends an SOS of smoke
Billowing into the faces of potential patrons
Becoming them to get in line and do the same
The skyline fades as the sun resets the evening skyline
Saving my way through Brooklyn
Pinching dimes
Never a moment will there be still
As the Brooklyn trees shake
Leaves on the streets
The feet break these leaves
With every stride taken
Looking to the skies filled with a grey heather satin
On the streets just east of Manhattan