Chimney
The autumn twilight
The masquerade
The days move forward
Thoughtless cadets on parade
Do I feel more afraid?
Than what I used to be?
Of being somebody, or nobody
A fading glint
Took me for a walk
I buttoned my coat
Though you wanted to talk
With your dissolvable salt
I know you didn’t mean to
You’re just telling the truth
The faces of strangers
The indifference of a moment
A neighborhood renting
Because they can’t own it
With their inevitable sin
The motorcyclist makes a delivery
Beside the lawn with a smoking chimney
Chimney, has a memory
Of the way things were supposed to be
Chimney, lighting up in the dying heat
With almond eyes set beside crow’s feet
The evening animates
In sashaying wind
It could be leading me further out
Or right back in
To yesterday’s hobgoblin
Everyone’s smarter than me
Monuments to efficiency
And I’m walking in a circle
To find my way home
Dimming those palaces in my mind
Where the light relentlessly shone
Upon pillars of stone
Crumbling to dust in the present
Eventually preserved in a dangling pendant
When I’m a few blocks away
It kicks back to sense
Some ideas fade
Love is permanent
For a sense of recompense
Then Chimney coughs and returns inside
Is she thinking about the one she left behind?
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Chimney
The autumn twilight
The masquerade
The days move forward
Thoughtless cadets on parade
Do I feel more afraid?
Than what I used to be?
Of being somebody, or nobody
A fading glint
Took me for a walk
I buttoned my coat
Though you wanted to talk
With your dissolvable salt
I know you didn’t mean to
You’re just telling the truth
The faces of strangers
The indifference of a moment
A neighborhood renting
Because they can’t own it
With their inevitable sin
The motorcyclist makes a delivery
Beside the lawn with a smoking chimney
Chimney, has a memory
Of the way things were supposed to be
Chimney, lighting up in the dying heat
With almond eyes set beside crow’s feet
The evening animates
In sashaying wind
It could be leading me further out
Or right back in
To yesterday’s hobgoblin
Everyone’s smarter than me
Monuments to efficiency
And I’m walking in a circle
To find my way home
Dimming those palaces in my mind
Where the light relentlessly shone
Upon pillars of stone
Crumbling to dust in the present
Eventually preserved in a dangling pendant
When I’m a few blocks away
It kicks back to sense
Some ideas fade
Love is permanent
For a sense of recompense
Then Chimney coughs and returns inside
Is she thinking about the one she left behind?
Island of Broken Boys
This piece of plastic
Is fantastic
Accompanies me
Through the sullen snow
Our future recedes
It was once orgiastic
Now I practice
Forgetting what I know
The chief of police
Held a press conference
I watched it through the
Window of a bar
Where a faceless man
Stirred a gin and tonic
Watched a commercial
With a pretty, singing star
Jammed a cold hand
in my overcoat
And I continued
onward
The masses seem disillusioned
With hope
Now they’re starting
To talk a bit tougher
Chorus:
And if you could fix
This brokenness
There’d be no reason to love you
So my salvation
Is a fabrication
I refuse to invest in
And if I could soothe
Your Jazz Age blues
You’d have no reason to need me
So your depression
Is actually an obsession
With the theory of original sin
…………………..
My screen feeds
Endless imagery
A repository for the
Past
It provides no epiphany
But keeps me company
Like a looping late-night
News broadcast
I’m notified
To my surprise
That my phone thinks
I’m lost
It recommends
A taxi ride
And calculates
The cost
Wondered near the
Seaport sea
And my boots
Crunch upon the frost
Your text message
Reminds me
Solidarity
Is love unlost
Chorus
On an island
Of broken toys
Where the brutalism is
Authentic
You showed mercy
To one lucky boy
So the sewer mulch
May be romantic
In the time of
The broken mirror
Where the meaning
Of morality is questioned
In each other’s mind
We find a glimmer
Of the love that
Must be protected
Modern idealogues
In a screen
Who won’t feel the violence
They advocate
I take these walks
Away from me
Before returning home to you
To create
Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review
Chimney
The autumn twilight
The masquerade
The days move forward
Thoughtless cadets on parade
Do I feel more afraid?
Than what I used to be?
Of being somebody, or nobody
A fading glint
Took me for a walk
I buttoned my coat
Though you wanted to talk
With your dissolvable salt
I know you didn’t mean to
You’re just telling the truth
The faces of strangers
The indifference of a moment
A neighborhood renting
Because they can’t own it
With their inevitable sin
The motorcyclist makes a delivery
Beside the lawn with a smoking chimney
Chimney, has a memory
Of the way things were supposed to be
Chimney, lighting up in the dying heat
With almond eyes set beside crow’s feet
The evening animates
In sashaying wind
It could be leading me further out
Or right back in
To yesterday’s hobgoblin
Everyone’s smarter than me
Monuments to efficiency
And I’m walking in a circle
To find my way home
Dimming those palaces in my mind
Where the light relentlessly shone
Upon pillars of stone
Crumbling to dust in the present
Eventually preserved in a dangling pendant
When I’m a few blocks away
It kicks back to sense
Some ideas fade
Love is permanent
For a sense of recompense
Then Chimney coughs and returns inside
Is she thinking about the one she left behind?
