Night time flight
break down
blue dreamy moons.
Flying shotgun threw open lanes
breeze ~
tracking
the tired plane.
Flames fight frequent
miles and
the funeral dances
play for the open mic.
Sparks
Flares from wide eyes
erupt into pale sky’s
waiting to be rescued.
Saved or rescued.
Talents eyes blink
twice
twice
for change.
Detonate art
for those who gather
tonight under married stars
and join those married stars
in union.
Process
Standing still
floating above
watching the escaping eyes dance side to side.
Rhythm flares forward
bring life forward
Cut fresh lines
pay the final fine
be the dying shine.
Diner
Florescent lights flicker
f u r i o u s l y
across the menu.
Squeaky stool
squeals to the rumble of my apatite.
Menu highlights a few
blinking options:
Four years under
lights and books
abroad with foreign time.
Partner and son
signing a contract
with a life sentence
and photo albums.
Or camera’s and interviews
asking how the you could have possibly predicted
that flop.
The waiter pauses at the table’s end
scanning the scanner.
Eyes pausing over the images
being absorbed like a portal.
What will you have today?
Crime
Selfless acts
moving the world forward
spinning on a coin.
Two steps back
one step to the side
do the cha-cha.
Dancing in the night
coin spinning
the world will move
without you.
Green and blue knights
escort the rainbow
from the river to the gold.
The coin will spin
and the world will move.
Marlin
Speed devil races
through open water
fearless.
Yarn flying
past the century mark
to fine leather.
Swiftness granted
in the wood of Dee.
I’ve never hit a
ball so far before,
he was watching.
The Marlin swims forever.
R.I.P
Jose Fernandez #16
Trace
Flashing grey and white
blinking for the eyes.
March side to side
summon the ships
to carry us away.
Glass hearts
fill the earth
waiting.
Waiting
for the heat
to make sand.
Sager
Bright and perfect
making a phenomenon
absolute.
From Lilac to Aqua to Olive
the attire was never
to be bested.
Court-side will
never be the same again
without your ridiculous questions.
R.I.P Craig Sager
Chains
Steel sleep
forest dreams
wild eyes of the night.
Teeth rally
it’s closer
smell of freedom
it’s here.
Sun breaks the dream
blazing heat of acceptance
to wild eyes of the day.
Flick
Stray beams surprise
night walkers
valuing steppers.
Red and blue
slice paths and standing bricks.
Trampling through broken
wood and inhabited bodies.
Cold steel
a single dime
occupy the mind
for the evening.
