Back to Brooklyn

The smell of linens

Warmed hot in driers

Lamp post

Stuck with weekend fliers

Rusted out steel on buildings facade

Bustling traffic on Kenmare

I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge

Over the eastern edge

And back to Brooklyn

No more than a bed

To call my own

The only options are rent

No hopes to own

So our time here is quick

Subtle and sweet

Seeing some familiar

Faces out on the street

The people still hustle

Just as I remember

Checking in 2 months past

September

The city sways easy in Autumn leaves

Until it will soon be our time to leave

Non Brokered Life Decisions

Non brokered life decisions

Going broke

With entitlements given

We hope upon life grandeur

The vestments of blessings

Hopefully lay ahead

Life uncertain

Is better than certain

Mentally dead

The Greatest Descent

What is safety

Pushed away unsafely

City streets stirred up and shady

It seems a story slams the headlines

Daily

The feeling is uneasy

Slightly crazy

How is it that civilization

Can never be quite content

Individuals looking for a reason

For the greatest descent

Wake up on Monday morning

The headlines read

3 men attacked with guns

On the streets

New York City

In the highest of high rises

No reason to sympathize

For one foolish man

Can bring down the hearts of 3

Right on the streets of the city

Disputes, commutes, early mornings

No sudden warning

My wife and I were only 4 miles away

Uneasy it seems these days

Life can be short of pretty

On tough days in New York City

De-Complicate Me Please

Complicated questions

On complicated days

Complicated thoughts

On complicated days

De-complicate me please

Set my uneasy thoughts at ease

Soon I will smell an autumn

New York City breeze

McCarren Park through the trees

De-complicate my fall

In the city

So I can enjoy the beauty

Of the pretty city

Uneasy Life Matters

A mind scattered

Pulled apart and tattered

Will make not one noise when shattered

Yet others will wonder and chatter

With him there is something wrong

Something must be the matter

But no words will be used to flatter

My uneasy life matters

Tomorrows End

The painstaking rearranging of change

Unfolds like a cold flow of blood

To the brain

The tightness urges a little saying

Bursting out from my grasped lips

I can not think of tomorrows end

Or uncertainty certain bend

I just focus on the moment in front

Not two behind

What lies ahead is what I will find

The constant ebb and flow of the tide

Makes me feel uneasy sometimes

So it is in change that I find solace

Even though the certain I will miss

Upon the altering sunsets

I will rest my eyes

Upon a new state line

A think for a time

How constant flow around me

Can help me see the true bounty

Of life

Forgotten Ground

The greatest of all challenges

Of my generation

Will be to see a life we once had

Nod to a fleeting moment

That the future has no place for the past

Endless consumption could never last

In the place of old habits

Birth new minimal ways

To say

That we no desire what we need

Rather than the desire of heart

We will fight our inner conflict

Lives lived between iron curtains thick

Of inter web communities

It will the true call of unity

When we give up a hand

Rather than an app 

We come back to making the US great

Rebuild and innovate

That is my hope 

Upon decimated buildings 

We can build a new future

With knife and suture we will repair our wounds

Unto prosperity bound

From town to town

Reclaim forgotten ground

65th Anniversay

It was a conspicuous Sunday

Evident by the uneasy morning

I could tell this was not a resting day

A day of farewell was on the way

My Grandfather who earlier had lost

His only lover

Only 12 days away

From the 65th anniversary

He was on a mission

To hold his heart into submission

So on the 28th

He could launch from this land

To be with his lover on the anniversay

Hold her hand

True his love had lost the love of life

For the one true love of his life

His wife

He was ever determined

One thing for certain

He would not show up late

Wave to the gate holding dignitary

As he must be with his wife

On their 65th anniversay

The Little

Tapping
Easy street walking
A dogs life lived
Without even talking
Fur wrapped
Full out ball gown
This was once a wild puppy
Found wondering the town
Now he sits on chairs perched high
Upon may fathers lap he found a home
My mother went along
Because her feelings had grown
For this little puppy
We found on the street
Now a new family member
A part of our family to keep

A Cascading Wind

A cascading wind 

Falls hard on our shoulders

Unknown to me

While the years make me older

Outlived truths

Falsities of our youth

Holding the ropes between

Me and you

The flip side of this situation

Is to tell you with little procrastination

That I hold you dear

My dear

We hold strong together

Under uncertain weather

Under skies grey or blue

I hold on to you