city and the music of noise

was america was
chicago was life worth

working for ina cross

road. you and me and any one

fought through the seasons

the vocals the


the steam of whistling


i could feel the touch
the warmth beneath your voice

in a cold world
you could shout you could scream

you would have to

to be heard

then the aftermath the streets

the faces ina diner

ina hard won heartfelt

part of town
mocha skin tones made by

sun and genes
cream and sugar and
coffee black

where noise is music

toasting broken hearts and

dishes and bottles. you woke me up
i can feel you today thousands

of miles away
i can laugh
i can cry ona dime ina city

and the music of


i was and wasn’t



8 less 8 was none

the composition shifts a degree

the whole world



the fires far east lick the earth

suffocate the seaweed

paper tongue


2 air-conditioned hearts

tokyo rising sun

4 chamber orchestra reflects

the sea


sails stretch out for perth


eight less eight

makes none

lost weekend

i lost myself last weekend
in the gaze of hazy summer
burn, on tray liners, in fast food

i lost myself riverside searching
for water lily gardens. little girl
chasing ducks. swings her bell
off a low tree branch in the shade

i found myself fearful
sweating the small stuff with you
again. fuck. how many moments
away from the deep

simplicity blue. one pack holds
all we need to survive. one road
an entire adventure

one laugh into the chasm one
prayer. i am here. you are there
nothing stands between us