the walk home
is filled with ghosts
taking notes
studies in white (5)
manhattan
studies in white (4)
by the time I took my seat the world had fallen. it took me some time to realize the table, the deliberate walls, the steady rumbling underneath. yet I waited.
studies in white (3)
i have basked
and i have longed for shade
and nothing worth fighting for
makes me choose
i stay adrift
in the split
wondering
studies in white (2)
neurotic hands refusing to
let the cracks in the walls
fulfill their destiny
don’t have a chance against
the full spread
it hurts to watch them
come to grips
with it
studies in white (1)
squint
close one eye
hold out your thumb
pour forth
your testament
studies in green (5)
the tall tales
had a fire sale, no mercy,
no shame, and nothing
left behind
studies in green (4)
all arguments
appear tame
beside the symphony
studies in green (3)
don’t the worthy feelings
just walk away
don’t the reason you just paid for
come anyway
park your quiet ass
in direct line of sun
wait for patterns that when written,
will come
studies in green (2)
i fought through the moment
and another one came
there they were
lined up again
for i,
in my cushion, distressed
champion of uneasy rest
studies in green (1)
born to be wild
there was no option
there was no other thing to say
Sunshine and Wind 