Tuesday, September 8, 2015


Tongue tied in the twisted city streets I roam. Watching the conjugation of the street, when does wisdom birth again. 

His sign read, please for something to eat, as lines form at food carts where do sidewalks end. Tears flood the gutters as children worldwide still starving in fatherless nations. 

I hear scat on sidewalks, rumors soar like eagles while crows still cry love songs into the night. Strolling through train tracks crossing fields of pomegranate gazing into the moon rise. 

She whispered into wind that night as the stars played to rhythms of life...