What are we doing out here,somewhere north of nowhere,our feet sunk in the shallowsof a cold river bed? We were yearning and young once –memories come rushing downstreamas clear and rocky as this river bottom,glinting gold in the summer sun.
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Sight
This is where I begin,by tuning out to tune in,shutting my eyes from the light,opening the cage of imaginationfor imminent flight.All perceptions are suddenly ruled by rhythms,little flourishes of sound,things no longer seen,and through this voluntary blindness, I’m unboundfrom what might otherwise be diminishedin this moving mosaic behind my eyelids.
Dreamscape
The little yellow bungalow on the hill,I saw it once in a dream that felt so real,though it’s a place I know I’ve never been.And what if I never have that dream again?Does such a place in the world existoutside of my own head?Somehow, I hope it does,and I hope to find youstill paddling forContinue reading “Dreamscape”
Night & Day
What is night but another burned-out dayclad in dancing shoes and a sleek black party dress,hair down, rife with life and drunken laughter,swaying gracelessly and uninhibited to the floor pulsing beats. Until at last, the music stops. The bands and the DJs pack up.The raucous voices gradually fade –the laughter, always the last to die,asContinue reading “Night & Day”
Ascent
Once while standing at the base of a steep spiral staircase,a fever dream stole my equilibrium –the pinpoint of light above appearing like the tiny aperture at the end of a camera lens as my fluttering eyelids attempted to bring it into focus.Heights have never felt quite right, yet that bright white eye at theContinue reading “Ascent”
Industry
Damned if we do, damned if we don’t.There’s a dam in this riverwhere logs used to floatand jam up downstream,a rusting reminder of a once booming industry,like the billowing smokestack of the paper mill today, tainting our blue skies with toxic plumes of gray,the air stinking like shit whichever way the wind decides to takeContinue reading “Industry”
Where Loneliness Gathers
I’ll bet there’s a little karaoke bar on a dim corner of some remote one stop light townthat looks a lot like the edge of the world,and that there are desperate people gathered there, some at this very moment, sitting alone, quietly sipping their foamy beers,contemplating why they are there.Perhaps it’s because they are tiredContinue reading “Where Loneliness Gathers”
Subzero
There’s an old red bicyclefrozen in the snowin front of a little clapboard bungalowat the far end of my street.There’s a thick wool capon this silly ass head,thermal socks, and heavy bootson these crunching feet.Why, oh why in hell, I ask,did I venture out here on a morningwhen I could’ve just stayed asleep?
Wind
The wind is a feral animal tonight,moaning, circling, lashing out –random acts of violence in our midst. The little lights on the front porchrock about maniacally,glittering against the glass,a ghostly mirror ball inviting us to danceto the wind chimes chilling melody. The dog barks incessantly,issuing stern warningsto the invisible intruder.Perhaps she is telling itwhat weContinue reading “Wind”
Your Former Self Calling
Empty out the past.Hold fast to tangible things. Give up the ghoststhat haunt these silent rooms. Give up your reasonsfor not turning back toward that distant landof high hopes and deserted dreams. Easy to say, it’s true,never so easy to do, and this is why I’m calling you.“Wake up, wake up! Begin again.”
Inside Out
Draining the last of my coffee, I glance up at the big silent clock hung high on the wall, its spidery black hands creepingwith unseen velocity towards 4 a.m. I sit and watch my minutes bleed out in a pool of luminous silver while corporate propaganda videos drone on in loops to the bare coolContinue reading “Inside Out”
Telepharma
Woke to the sound of rolling thunder,eaves dripping softly outsidethe bedroom window, and something else,strange murmurs from another room –a chattering television left on,peddling drugs again;pretty pills with pretty names,warm lighting, and sunny actors to sell them.Then the disclosures; an obligatory listof potential horrific side effects.Drugs for everything but no cures.Drugs for everything but theContinue reading “Telepharma”
Haunted Avenues 