O'er the City

how sordid
and relentless
this hurricane has been gathering force for years
and is soon to crash upon the distant shore
with a vengeance
and a silent laugh

the sun pours out from behind toxic purple clouds
slowly fading to a filthy blue-gray
I am engulfed in a landscape of stainless steel
and concrete stairways

I sigh through my ascent to the fourteenth floor
an attitude as sterile as the rooms
this view from the top shows the chemical haze
that hovers over this city like impeding death

there are mountains in the distance
that shine a healthy gray
a natural formation we have yet to deconstruct
one of the last standing landmarks that represents an old world order

and as I hesitate from my duties to share a moment with the mountain
we gaze soulfully into each others weary eyes
with the same daydream of Hades
opening a cavern below to swallow this Hell in its entirety
bringing this wasteland and its rulers back from whence they came,
and where they belong;
in the Underworld.

leaving nothing but myself and the mountain
with reciprocated respect.

Empathy and Old Friends

thought is heavy
so often hangs my head
I bow under a weight I cannot possibly conceive.
the external world is only a minute portion
of my perception
of my existence.
conversation is the only way to alleviate the forces that collide within my abstract reality.
to converse is to break the temporary dam that has captured my ocean of idea.
to understand, and to be understood
is my sole purpose for living.
we are much alike, you and I.
I and him.
you and her.
us and them.
your struggle remains internally captive
ruled with an iron fist by your solid self control
that which took me years to discover
years of raging externally, and destroying internally.
years of denying, rejecting, refusing.
years of indulging, imploding, eroding.
I respect your competent reign over existence
you rule your universe with dignity
while remaining indifferent to complacent conditioning.
you realize
yet you compromise.
I hope within
you have achieved
the ultimate equilibrium.

A Beautiful Day Dawns

Independence is...
not having help, even if you might need it.
Freedom is...
a city full of complete strangers.
Intrigue is...
remaining mysteriously anonymous.
Peace is...
relaxing into obscurity.
Loneliness is...
one of the only emotions I've never really felt.

Train Home

a whirlwind of mixed emotions,
I am.
questioning the severity of reactions,
from them.
and here we are, and here we are
wrapped up in this,
caught up in us.
and here we are, and here we are
rising with the dawn,
falling with the dusk.

Kindred

sometimes
it takes months
to achieve
one carefree night.

but that single night
will inevitably change
the course of your relationship
for the rest of your life.

it only takes a few hours
within that night
and the wet concrete you've been dumping for months
solidifies into forever.

the company of a few fabulous ladies
is well worth the second hand smoke.

I enjoy their heads cause they're much like mine
and all the pictures of smiling faces
have become the landmarks that begin
this crew's sail through existence.

Drifter

let go
and drift on

there need be no complications
preventing
conversation

I cannot help
how I delve into discussion
and plummet
always
to the depths
dragging with me
the listener
until they can no longer stand
the pressure of my thoughts
until I smother them
with idea
and drown them
in description

perhaps a mere moment
present in my mind
would send them into
anaphylactic shock
almost immediately

my blood
are my
constants

the rest
chosen companions
in conversational crimes

as history has shown
destiny
for me
has ordered up
a life of random occurrences

every day
I catch new eyes
share moments with strangers
through silence
and smiles

so...

I let go.
shove my hands in my pockets
and drift.