Shallow Water

Gold grasps the walls

Tears at its flimsy seams

Pulls and pulls- Until it falls

Preening at its shallow dreams

Shadows infringe upon the watery plight

The champagne sky

- That beloved starry night

Captured as it was, the by and by

Birds of a feather

Birds of a kind

Who flee fair weather

No longer tethered -No bind . . .

Creeping to the sound

Pull and pull

Will they drown?

In that glamorous hole

New York Cityscape

Monday morning, never wake

Dream and dream- can’t escape

Breathe and breathe, never break

The walls melt into gold

Pooling at the feet

Of a man not so old

To fairly entreat

No longer lost, stupidly found

A brother of a mother

Kicked out of town

Ultimately smothered

Forgotten not forgiven

And in the end, no longer living

But alive in the corners of the mind

In the margins of a paper

They curl and cower and bloom

Slipping and sliding out of consciousness

They are my words

Mine to love

And mine to hate

A glorious reflection of myself

- The imperfections and the beauty

That lies beneath soulful eyes

Eyes that observe and notice and cry