Vows

I sit here making marriage vows with Strangers on the subway, Complementing their failures As we tiptoe through weeds That grow in the cracks Of our carriage.

Downtown Dreams II

Did you walk Down city streets Dreaming downtown dreams? Thoughts held fast in prayer By flickering lights, staining concrete Touched by frost and left wandering Through chimney pots and gun smoke.   Did you walk Down city streets Dreaming downtown dreams? Hearing whispers from slate Behind unlit windows Like faceless voices riding On a poisoned…

Up On Broomhill

Blacks clouds crackle like static And cause my roses to wilt and waste away, So instead of picking flowers I end up raising the dead Who ride on the wind To arrive like thieves at my door. I am almost tempted to let them in, But they’d only turn to dust To dance and swirl…