Dear Deer

Dear deer

As you walk over the street

Remember that what you

Can not see

You must hear

Or walk faster

Deer

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The Dollar Man

There he is

Green eyes lit up

Hovering in my studio 

Watching my every move

Judging

Controlling

Asking

With no answers

A wry smile

Because he knows

What he costs me

Sleepless nights

Staying up late

Baggy eyes

While his eyes fixed

Unshaken

By reality

Or importance

The dollar man tears me apart

With his weight and indifference

How can it be

The shade of green so pale

That he controls so much

The dollar man

A Night in Brooklyn

“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

Distinctions Unknown

Just leased out our place in NYC
The album takes first place
Homelessness ensues
Chaos long overdue
But for the sake of the art we let go
Take control of our creation
Letting go of a constant state of consistency
Not much to envy
High hopes for distinctions unknown
We just let up
And let go

August Blush

Damp stillness in the Hudson Valley
Rocks broken
The cold ground
Swirves so violent and gentle
The Tectonic is avoided
Longer paths are better enjoyed
20 minutes from civilization
But 2 hours from the city
In the studio
Committed and gritty
On a Friday
In the August blush

Transience the Commonplace

Transience the commonplace

It is the norm

In Brooklyn streets

Where people swarm

On Saturday night

Sunday evenings

We take part in these traditions

Going

Flowing

Rolling

As we make our way from place to place

Make our way out of Brooklyn

The next day

We will be back in Autumn soon

Under the NYC moon

Transient nights

Transient days

Transient travelers fill up

Fall out

And fill up again

We find ourselves amidst the flow

Going where the concrete goes

Back and forth

In between

We will miss the NYC scene