Certainly

Ambitious thoughts

With guttural reactions

Taking time

While we are planning

For the future holds

No Certainty

Hold close

All we love

Certainly

 

A Disgusting​ Fool

A disgusting fool

With fickle taste

One more moment

One more to waste

Lumpy tomatoes

Rot in the pile

While the wicked

Take their time

Laughing out in echoed chambers

Filling out the dreaded papers

A disgusting fool

With feared hands

A worried time

For a worried man

The Thinkable

Don’t bore me

With the thinkable

Rather empress upon me

The ideal

Transported in one step

One moment

Arrest the dogs

And bring them home

Thank You

Thanks for the time

Paradigm

Shift

Over our eyes

Thanks for the truth

When there are lies

When I am lost and

Found

I know where I can sound off

The truth

Thank you

Countdown to Feeling

The feeling of departure

Leaving a situation

A city

Streets of the commonplace

A place

Where the hole human race

Walks the same streets

I will be sad to depart a city

But for great opportunity

I must let go

In order to grow

The city has taught me

Many lessons

Now I must go

 

Spilled Milk on the Red Line

Spilled milk on the Red Line

Veins of white

Rush down the floor

“That ain’t mine”

The lady with two hats on yells

The man

Visibly exhausted with his head back

Is not one inch close to conscious

As the white pours through the isle

Pictures being snapped

A moment catches

The woman with the bike laughs

Late night Red Line

Public transportation

Strange spilled iterations

As the winds wind through

The tunnels

Below the streets

Of L.A.

New Brew

Fill

Pull

Roast

Start the clock

Green beans fill the roaster

With another batch

Of sweet fresh coffee

On 6th Avenue

To be sent all over the city

Fresh cups to fill

Warm sport to enjoy

On a cold winters night

Old Time News

Street views

Of old time news

What comes in the wind

In the morning or at night

Old time news

Learning from the past

Our own goal

Window pane strolls

On Sunday afternoons