hover

in delicate unrest i wander

through rough hewed alleyways

derelict and overgrown

searching

imperviously plowing

black frost bitten fields of night

reaching blindly for comfort

while clammy ether escapes

through these cracked bleeding fingers

humbled and bowed yet unbroken

unrepentant yet patient

moving briskly

past shimmering shop pane

ornate temptation

and sideshow attraction

determined

deaf to desire save one

single pointed as a shark

stalking his prey

relentlesslyceaselesslylonginglyachingly

for that single moment

when eyes roll backin ecstasy

and you are mine

receiver

tucked dreams

in breast pocket

silence guards them

water the garden in secret

call no attention to the blooming

looking outward from the film

the theater reveals itself

divinity is bathed in filth

purity forged in pain

cancel all of your appointments

when your soul calls

it will not leave a message

mirage

he speaks in the desert

subtle whispered majesty

through tongues of swirling sandy agony

and caressing redemptive breezes

closer than breath itself

more elusive than mercury

a lucky few are driven

past the brink of utter madness

to the very heart of now

the unsensitized discard

as mere fata morgana

at best a comforting notion

their own voice

the song of their own self

never the less

Poetry

While most of the last three decades I've spent playing music, writing and exploring music,
I've recently, at the behest of a sweet lady at dashing.com, been trying my hand at poetry...
I'm not so comfortable with it, nor adept at it, but I am enjoying the freedom of it...
Below is one sample... more to follow...

empty

and so left we are

fallow and transparent

scraping dust through frail fingernails

while sifting cinder for gold

caressing discarded clothing

and visiting abandoned houses

honest in our self deception

we guard misery

that none may steal her from us

these finely tuned words

take the utmost care

to say nothing as cleverly as possible

this is where we build our temple

this is how we paint our face

row your boat into a tempest

covet pride and shun disgrace

self congratulations

are always in order

nail more boards across the window

before you escape

freedom doesn't become you

why seek the bird's song

in the sky around you

when you can yearn for it

in an empty cage