Foggy City

Foggy city

With its grey hues

Haven’t been back in a while

So I’m past due

A city

A world

New York City airport

Love and live

Hope and sin

It’s been a while

And I’m glad to be back


Straight Ahead He Said

Straight ahead

With no deviation

One handed guide

Swiftly through the nation

Embalmed with lies

Far and wide

You could see the twinkle

Lost in his eyes

Straight ahead he said

With no remotes

Stay consistent

Stay in course

The Steel Notebook

The steel notebook

Full of nondescript poems

Powered by sea foam

And purchased in time

The steel notebook

Has no rules or outcomes

Held on the corners

The steel notebook can fall

Back into my hands


Ratty and marked

These measures are

Progress can be eyed

In the beholder

Of none

Holding up hope

While being torn down

By one

A steam engine rallies

While the iron industry looms

Lake nights

In the second room