A Renga Written in New York

Yellow and green
Leathery leaves
On the balding tree

A man drinks his coffee
He has a hard hat in his hand

Bright trees line
The dirty street
Graced by morning shine

There are no news reporters here
And those walking blind to time

Planets painted
On the wall
And the word, imagination

Those that painted are now tall
Drinking coffee, reading news

Lines Written

Any where over the rainbow
My wordless brain’s flying
And I want you all to hear
My voiceless essay cry

And I’m resting on a crescent planet
Sing you all to wake
I’m slipping into sleep briefly
To escape into the desert

Well you try and try not to try
So walk up on a track with a pack
And flick your clock hands to the side
And bite down on your weed

Oh lost and nameless Shaganah
Oh dazzled dreamer dude
Walk and disappear into
A star that burns for you

I fell in love today, one and a half times
I fell in love with a moment and a vibe
And I almost died from my stupidity
And I felt my age unrealized

So please help me- but can I help?
Can I do anything for God?
He works all day and comes home
To dishes piled up in the sink

And he cries in the kitchen
And I watch football
And I touch him in bed
And he fakes an orgasm

This morning I felt as though I weren't even me
as though I had washed up at sea
and I remembered my dreams
and I had slept half the day away

So I debated what to do
it being noon
so I walked to the next town
to the cafe I love
where jazz music plays
and the place was quite empty
I had a muffin and coffee
and I rewrote a beginning

Why Do You Paint?

Why is it I talk?

And it you draw?

Why is it I write?

As it you paint?

Hey I make concepts

I am talking about justice

I can’t see you preaching

On concepts soberly

Why is it I talk?

And it you draw?

Do you make concepts?

Say God made you?

And God made me?

You are a shape

I am a shape