Heated streets
Dense air clasped
Onto the nape of the neck
Settling down
As the sunlight reigns down
An easy breeze
Of of Lake Michigan’s
Sleeve
Sunglasses in tote
While the darkness
Of winters now quite
Remote
Long breaks
Is what it takes
To reconnect
With the words
That can be off
Or correct
Up in the woods
Or down flat on the deck
Taking these breaks
Is what makes
Me keep coming back
A studio in the shore ditch of
London
A fresh sea
On the coast of Chicago
As the summer rolls up
Its sleeves
Bringing more heat tomorrow
On a ledge
Cut from fresh grasses
And hedges
The summer rolls on
And wrinkles my shirts
Edges
Seize the win
In easy time
Set up the win
In modern times
Holding hopes higher
Than the clouds that fly
Above our heads
Over the land
And through the mountains
Winning and losing
It’s just life
We are using
Eye on a coat
Like the rye
In a loaf
From across the room
A classic look
Fish bound
Hook
These coats
Don’t come here often
Not in these parts
Never quite common
What comes next
What pillar to fall
While the justices
Disrupt
Peace for all
What can be attacked
And won
When mere human will
Is running thin
We set our own fate
Etched in stone
Now as the gavel falls
One by one
It’s each man and woman
For their own
Time back in the old neighborhood
Where it feels right
So good
Parking late night journeys
Leading to a morning early
Seeing the skyline
With a dusty cloud sitting
Just above the tall buildings proud
Good to be back in the city
Advice Index
Running down
The lists
Of avenues
Of context
Taken away or added
Looking for hope
Never felt so
Dramatic
Approval points
Heard from the televisions
Buzzing in the background
Requires
A lot of attention
Held up by politicians hopes
Of ascension
Not just one dimension
So a frantic dramatic approval
Is given
When all we need
Is for others to ask
To be forgiven
An original piece
Or composition
Had me thinking
Had me wishing
To create a hope for a future
Of writing my own tunes
Make a melody to start
Harmonize from the notes
Original pieces played
