I Owe You a Stare

I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare

Balance of the Night

Radiant blue on crisp white

Bright

Bridges at night

City comforts on the side

This time

This night

My wife and I hold tight

Clean cement under warm winter skies

Our feet tap the pavement

Like full bellied 

Petite

Mice

We balance love work and 

Life

Tonight

A Man Nondescript

He was a polite General 

In a dirty fight

Won’t ask too many questions

Making sure his men were alright

He would stop into the local shop

But keep all conversations brief

Man of few words

Nothing left to waste

Keeping his work straight in time

He would handle even a bumpy road

Or the occasional attack

With no weight but his country 

On his back

He would nod his head and thank

His fellow men

For the life they lead

With an extention of his hand

He was a man nondiscript

Defined by action

Rather than inaction

Vigilant Time Apparatus

Hands held in jail

A simple wreck of proportions 

Cell phone

Holding on 

Through every bend

Like a contortionist

Careful time delegation

In a room of lavish embellishments 

Awaiting

Through the gliding feel of the phone

Like a fresh shave in the morning

With force it reckons you back 

To embark on internets past

Although you may reject its request for 

Time and energy

You can not disagree

With the phones ability

To consistently

Win you back

It is a vigilant time apparatus

Strapped around your head

Walking through the muck

Of the walking dead

It’s valuable sensation

Is an impeccable sum

In the moments surrounding

The wild humdrum 

Sleepy I Suppose

I was sleepy I suppose

Doing some back breaking work

All my work at stake

A seat for my parched mouth

Upon the error

My own movements fascinate my mind

Yet I am one giant advertisement

So I drink in another night

Drink it in deep 

Into the new morning light 

Dine but not Confined

Thai food and conversation

How we can make a living

Across the nation

Assemble the team

Pour the wine

Make plans over

The meal we dine

Not confined to walls

And labels

Working hard to live in the

Arts

Stable

WE ARE UNSHAKABLE

Committed and clear

We set our sights

To the heights

Of what we can reach

And hear

Surviving or Thriving

Back at the grind

Spending every second

Every dime

New York time

The city where surviving

Is never thriving

So I dive in

Start to swim

Through the thick and

Thin

Wake up

And do it again

The Craigslist Table

The white table from Craigslist

Has earned it’s keep

In the apartment

A writers guide

To endorsing parchment

Upon it we have written songs

Lyrics

Poems

Its sturdiness is much appreciated

Anticipated

Held on

The white table

Is keeping on

 

 

A Better Bet

Unequal substitute

Fulfills a desire though

With nothing to shoot

It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes

The melted plastic of Pleather

Adorned on shoulders and cars

Filling up the seats of old bars

Rather than take life of an animal

Smooth to the touch

Offering a little much

More than a substance

An idea

Pleather over leather

Not ideal, never

It start rather

A car revving it’s engine

We are not moving yet

But it is a much better bet