Back Night

Back night

Feeling good

Late night Italian stands

Listening to some

Standards

Stranded in the back

Late night in the rooms

Red and white

Subtle and sweet

Fleeing Green

The vines wrap

Over the edges

Fleeing

Green

Making a way

From

The start to finish

I can relate

With that fleeting hope

Slowly crawling

Maybe to better

Maybe to worse

But ahead

Non the less

Nothing Goes Unnoticed

Hard work

Commitment

Fulfillment of obligations

Laid out straight

While the days fade away

No note rehearsed

Doesn’t resound

In some place

Some moment

Even when hope itself

Seems dim

The most ardent

Dedication

Will win

Swing Away

Swing away for the sky

Hit it hard

Hit it high

Along the path

Of a lonely road

Held up with a distant

Drone

Swing away in these times

Swing away with your final

Dime

Untitled Treasure

Untitled treasure

In a chemical wasteland

Can I even understand

A land

That goes well beyond

My own years

My own tears

Made up

Makeup

Destroyed

Untitled treasure

No way to measure

With a single hand

 

Head Up Fingers Down

Head up fingers down

Pressing button sound

Keeping it rolling

One more time

One more rhyme

Or beat

Or anything really

Just keep it rolling

On down the street

Vibe Right

Vibe right

Vibe left

What is left

When the vibe is gone

All night long

Heard in a song

Vibe right

By my side

 

Determined Experience

I know a determined experience

I have lived it

In my own right

What I know

What I have done

Focus helps keep

A narrow drive

To harness energy

For one’s side

A determined experience in this life

Just working hard

And hoping to do it right