To Go...

Primarily
Everything's primed
in color

I'll take yellow
With a side of violet
and a sprinkle of blue
                      To Go.....

A Bedouin skyline

Two silvered
shopping carts
collide
under a yellowed
Streetlight

depleted
Parking lot,
three a.m.

Endless curbs
guarding
a decrepit
numbered lot        [better write it down]

faded streetsigns
too tired to care  [readership, an all time low]

Space once
bustling, full.
Early Saturday mornings
commercials
Realized
                     
A modern vista
A Bedouin skyline

Thy river bending

Thy River bending
Running northerly
Eternally; knowingly

How many Pharaohs
knew their namelessly tired
pyramid master-builders; dustily


How many grand
composers
artists
Salvation makers
Educators
Celebrators
And makers
remember their first
step; admirably

Windows
Mirrors
Minerals
Reflect elements;
all the while
transparent
Dust particles
Flirt wherever
They roam;
gracing All....

thee greatest monument

The greatest monument
Lies
buried
Under the sea

And their greatest achievement
Advancement
Lies
Buried
There too.

despite all
progress
Progression
rust marches under
that churning sea

Despite all
accolades
commentaries
Anniversaries

The greatest monument
Only sinks further
Into that
murky pale
Sky of the sea

**a 4th graders rendition of ozymandias

mission driven/driver

Drifting mission
Petrified wood
glancing chartered shorelines

'that horizon has never looked
so flat'

it's the law:
Shut your engine off ; if idling
do you ride or drive
within shiny burgundy dreams?

before the alarm
before the media
before the ride
before the currents
there's a moment we all share
That is what we must all
reclaim

My first attempt at The 80s pop rock anthem

Ahhhh...These streets, are ours tonight
Eddie money's clarion call, oh...
And That sax, comin through......
In perfect....stereooooo

These Moonlight beams tonight
they grip my wheel so tight
As we're Racing down Main tonight.....
And praying, .....just to get it right

^I never asked...these streets for much
But I never dance...without a touch
I can feel that heat tonight..that's right...


**Good evening, and much obliged.
Baby I gotta holdddd you tight.....
Oh yeah...hold ya tonight......in stereo....

..........cuz.
It's you and me like 
.............songs On The Radio.....**

Don't you dare hit them brakes
...we just might stay up that late..
That sun its gonna rise, no mystery
but you and me, well that's perfect chemistry

^^...Ohhhh baby Can't you see
It's so simple to me
Sometimes things are
Just made to be...


^that distant sound, it can be found
you Looking up, I'm looking down.
Like 45s..........Hey-that's alright, were going
Round and round and round...

**

My pillow rests upon your eyes
Perfect chemistry it's no surprise.
I swear to god that when you wake
my heart is what you have to take...3,4.....

^^

**

altar ego..

I thought
I followed
that altar call

Down forbidden cracks
Where thee dirty soil
Remains fertile

              [whisper of wings
               spreading.
               luminous
               horizon]

Down delinquent boulevards
appetites circulate
directionless breeze

Down desolate fields
labor toils
repetitively broke

Glancing over
Up under
that pale azure
Feverish sky

Welcomed
by shade,
unceasing
wings

I
Know
Why
The
Bird cage
Stays

don't yell fire

Don't
Yell fire!!!

While
Soaking
their
Soil
in holi
turmoil


Igniting
An eternal
match.            [1 or 0; for or against]


Don't
Yell fire!!

While Stoking
Their
pyre
With Holi
Hegemony

Lighting eternally
Sacred words.        [My Word versus Yours]


Don't yell
Fire!!

With a
Ragingly
Hot
Tongue      

Burning every
Syllable                [call the fire dept.of the soul]


Unsplinter
Thy vision

Disarm
Thy
Arms

Silent letters

Boxed up.
Those letters and
epistles.
Loss of words.

And those
Neon Revelations.
Reveling, revealing
Near words.

And those
nods
Murmurs
and collecting
plates
No words.

not on the winning team

not on
the winning team

Have you
ever seen
the eyes
of a decimated dream?

not on
the winning team.

have you
ever seen the eyes
a desperate pregnant teen?

not on
the winning team

or

-entire villages burnt to the ground
-factory floors now without a sound

-classrooms where nobody learns
-the poor bent over while the elite take turns

or

-minimum wage so down on its luck
-sweat shop laborers worse than stuck

-votes that never seem to add up
-public transportation seems always to be stuck

not on the winning team

A glare off

A glare off
That window pane
Fracturing
Light's long laborious travels

That smell of black
tar
rising
steam

Light / Heat
concrete as
ocean blue seas and
sky

Words shaken and
piled upon that old
oak table

Thoughts pressed
Upon us all;
gravity

expressing
elements
within
A/An/The
sphere

on that
8th grade
periodic table