In a wooden basket, on the peripheral of a busy sidewalk, Elevated Train rumbles above and cars thunder past, A peach, perfect in every way, awaits a hungry mouth. Bourne on a farmer’s motorbike, From the verdant mountain orchard which gave it birth Now it waits in resplendent glory Nurtured by the sun, sold under …
Months, years of the same Uncertainty the traded currency Doubts in gold and silver The whispers of the past Played in easy dances to smooth tunes On dancefloors a blaze in laser light Echo out from dreams And again The promise of their return is afoot Perhaps again the night will be sweated out Again …
The band struck up a tune I didn’t know, but was happy to hear it for the first time. I was just coming out of the bathroom and, disoriented by the dropping of the beat, I temporarily forgot what I was supposed to do. I remembered my mission was to piss and get another round, …
Lost in the swaying grass of the endless plains a banner unfurled in the cold breeze. I watched in fear, in awe of the assembly before me. The Great Emperor had given the word and horses had made a quick gallop to this spot deep in the vast wastes of this land. The fearless autocrat …
She passed me her smoke as we watched the ice melt. Few other things to do on a rainy, cold winter day. The hours of the day seemed to march by, unremarked if not of the click of the living room clock. We’d decided to de-ice our fridge, something we’d been putting off for a …
Chanting from the depths of life From the core of humanity In rising tonal madness The veil of illusions is lifted Beneath the Banyan’s weeping boughs A glimpse of the eternal The flow of space time From immemorial to eternal Thundering in crimson and gold Rolling down from the abode of snow
A dream, On the cold breeze of dawn Moving the frost crisp leaves Stirring the pine down Leaving my tumbling mind Departing those tumbling billows Taking flight from my pillow Leaving only the ego behind Yearning for the world That danced in resplendent technicolor Illuminating planes of unknown existence Making an utterly ordinary someone The …
In rolling steppe I found my feet Brittle grass crunching under my feel Summer sun low on the horizon Shadows long in the treeless expanse A sacred wind blew Cold, dry, aimless on the plain I, alone, heard it’s song Its whispered melody Bearing down on my like a galloping horseman Bow drawn, aim steady …
The slide, glass and smooth Slides on the strings Rhythm of a rumbling freight Southbound with a heavy load The pain screams out of every note Heartbreak, sorrow, disappointment Years of shit vibrate out from the meeting of glass and string Giving meaning to such sorrow – Down where the Mississippi flowed dark and turbid …