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?
New York Summer
Live
And forgive
It’s New York summer
Grieve
Don’t leave
It’s New York Summer
Fly
But don’t die
Lest faith be torn asunder
Survive
And thrive
It’s New York Summer
The policemen
And drug dealers
Are serenading you
The Yankees and
The Homeless
Want to rendezvous
On River Avenue
Its New York Summer
Cry
Don’t simply sigh
Its New York summer
Sweat
For respect
Its New York summer
Never look
Remotely shook
While visiting your mother
Sizzling pavement scenes
Big money dreams
Its New York summer
The actress and
Prostitute
Want to interrogate you
The Mets
And the Tourists
Wouldn’t know what to do
If they had to rescue you
Its New York Summer
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?