Felt moon
On my eyes
As I lie awake and
Swoon
To its light opaque color
Pasting its crispness
Upon me
The moon and its mysteries
Lie beyond me
Felt moon
On my eyes
As I lie awake and
Swoon
To its light opaque color
Pasting its crispness
Upon me
The moon and its mysteries
Lie beyond me
Call the feathers
In a straight fashion
Walking down the isle of
Contrition
Contribution
Holding up
The human evolution
Call the feathers
Call the boots
Ease the tensions
Erase the loops
Here come the birds
Lazy rain
On a Monday
New Year’s Eve
Hours away
Bring the fresh start
Without the clouds
Doing their part
Come new year
In due time
Start again
Feeling fine
When the Des Plaines and Illinois Rivers
Meet
Headed to the Mississippi
There is a pace
Nestled on the shores
Of Lake Michigan
Black building scraping the sky
Leaning back
On the windy side
At the bed of the river
Lies mysteries
And long live series
Notes and pens
Float at the riverbed
Years of passing through a city’s heart
And in all of our heads
When the three rivers make one
And down stream it flows
Through Chicago
Chicago CST
Central Standard
I keep on planning
To make my way
To the Windy City
Last the cornfield to the north
Passes
Before the lake approaches
A feeling
Of lost but
Not stolen
Chicago
On my mind
As I head that way
The western coffee cup
Above the border
Where the wind is mild
And peaceful
Where the palms
Sway late into the night
Los Angeles
Abounds
When the western coffee cup
Is had west of town
The trees save us
Deliver us from our
Own perils
As we fall prey to
The toxins
We emit everyday
A tree
Can save us
As it has before
Growing from the ground floor
Taking us under its shade
Please save us trees today
Bravery and shutdown
The juxtaposition
Of nature’s
Vs
Nurture
How our composure
Is tested
For our future
Are we brave
As we brace
For the changes
Of a slowing race
You tell me
The abundant contradiction
Flows unknowingly
Flowingly
From the words of misguided souls
In words we see
The eternity
Of fluid
Lies
From the lips of
Cold settled
Hearts
Contradictions abound
While the wind that moves
Through our lips
Make the sound
Favor folk music
Stories and lines
Mixed up intertwined
Amongst the Nasville Skyline
To the Manhattan Subway
The flavor to favor
The music in the air
Folk music stories
Take me there