PHOTO CREDIT: EVAN PERIGO
In a nebulous state of mind
The concluding chord rung out
Wrung out
Fascinated by the quick sequel of progression
How one planned moment
Moves to the next
A grape plucked from the tree
Quickly becomes a past tense
Cattle that pine for the open fields
Excellent presentation
Not quite overstated
But rather I am fascinated
That now a moment planned now is
More present a moment unknown
A hat floating off the cliff
Taken in
The borrowed riff
The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
The yawn of the wise
Can drop over the heads of my contemporaries
Of me
I work out of the hole I have created
Aspiration dedication
But rabid talk has no consequence
No sequence
No following
But I am telling you of this situation
Not as a rebuttal
But as a jobless touch
For my own nature
Contemplating my own future
What will happen
Uncertain
But this is all certainly true
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
Where can we turn
When the world turning around
The world we created
Falls down
We fail us
Celebrities casting cosmic dust
On a race of humanity
Yet at times so inhumane
Full of disdain
Pains
Me to see this travesty
All around
In the papers
Insidious creatures from the ground
Clown
With my future
Its subversive to even ask now
Why there is such a break down
In race negotiations
Legitimate marriage situations
Crime in big cities
I need some good news
Something so good I can not refuse
The beauty of the love we all share
We share it somewhere
Just not in the headlines
More so in the outerlines
Humanity is great than celebrity
Is greater than these travesties
Is greater than cheap obscenity
And I hold this hope
To be true
“I will FUCKING KILL YOU”
The words bellow from the belly
Of the loosely dressed man
On Manhattan Ave
Across from Manhattan Inn
Enough vigor and resolute
To carry the words to my own
Windowsill
I crept to the window
The man seemed unwell
Ill
I couldn’t make it out the clear
Words strung about a 100 bill
–
“Why don’t you come over here”
“See who the real man is”
The street lights illuminate his
Contorted face
I pull back from the window screen
He glances in my direction
As he walks towards Manhattan Ave.
And Nassau intersection
–
I am fully engaged at this point
This rage within this man
Has the whole neighborhood up at
2 AM
–
Cars rumble past blurring
What was said
What was heard
I could only faintly here but a word
All this rage and anger
Over a C note
On that note I better get back to bed
–
Whatever he had said
It was life in the form of entertainment
I am not upset from the loss of sleep
Just tired
Whatever kept that man up
Had really shook him
On just another night
In Brooklyn
Mine for the taking
Undertaking
Sincerity or faking
I withstand the scene
Seen on every TV
Commercial or contact layer
Layered with talk
Talking heads
As I wonder my own destiny
I neither own nor know
What lies beneath, below
I watch more heads talk
And await another round of snow
A Cup of Songwriting 