Subway Window

Subterranean rushing
Sublimated pressure
Soporific dozing
Split second
Sightings
Slip by
Squinting blindly
Subway window
Swallows visions
Station ahead

This is where I get off

Monkey Can You Hear Me?

Retellings suspicious
Transactions malicious
Tries not to be annoying
His affections are cloying
A pathetic heaving
Frantic cleaving
These demon days

Swimming through the late night
Scanning dark interiors
Surrendering to the
Shimmering chit chat
Summoned by restless
Shuffling of memory
Shadows cast by
Shimmering half light

Paid to stir the monkey
From deep sleep
Starshine Dracula
Lingers over sound checks

Monkey can you hear me?

His soul is vacuous
Canines ravenous
Circling the dance floor
Always wanting more
Sweaty thrashing
Sexual posing
This demon preys

Swimming through the late night
Scanning dark interiors
Surrendering to the
Shimmering chit chat
Summoned by restless
Shuffling of memory
Shadows cast by
Shimmering half light

Gently stroking monkey
On his cheek
Starshine Dracula
Continues his sound check

Monkey can you hear me?

His tone is melodious
Meanings poisonous
Drawn to the bleating
Of hearts still beating
That final trembling
Life is fleeting
The demon slays

Swimming through the late night
Scanning dark interiors
Surrendering to the
Shimmering chit chat
Summoned by restless
Shuffling of memory
Shadows cast by
Shimmering half light

Squeezing the monkey
Till he squeaks
Starshine Dracula
Finishes his sound check

Monkey can you hear me?

Cycloanalysis

Flavio
Why are you so political?
Can you find the monkey?
Boy!

Winter Sun

Remember yesterday’s sun so high?
Sky burned and our blood yearned
But the angle has decreased
While distances increase
Our lives become one long mistake

Tell me, Winter Sun
Why has this Shadow come?
Wish I could stomp it down
And be done, done, done
With Winter Sun

Our hearts filled a wide open future
With lovely impossible schemes
But dreams and expectations fade
Fall and get stuffed away
Into the dust of our crowded past

Cold, cold, Winter Sun
Why has this Shadow come?
The Wheel spins beneath
But still I run, run, run
From Winter Sun

Our manic youth, its magic fades
A gentler calm, it fills our space
But the whole world is a pit of flame
How can we find, a state of mind
To shelter love and not be burned?

I’m telling you, Winter Sun
I think I know why Shadows come
We forget our heart's our only home
And we are one, one, one
Thank you Winter Sun

Robot Cafe

The blind man could not believe
In the reality of time travel
Despite frequent hops to
The Robot Café with Rabbit
For lunch or a late breakfast
Big Band music on the radio
Frequently interrupted
By war updates
Steak and Eggs mingling
With reports of fascism
Sweet cola sparkled with
The thick blood of patriots
So many artificial beings
From the future
With their chattering disk drives
And whirring servo motors
Made it impossible to
Fully appreciate 1940’s America
Despite the free refills
For his coffee
It was for him
A Sound Deception

Transfer of Title Page

Robot can accept blindness
As a mode of operation
Rabbit knows that operation
Is a skill game where you’re
The doctor
Jay is troubled to find
The patient is here to see him
Broken heart
Water on the knee
Butterflies in the stomach
Take two D batteries
(Not included)
And call me in the morning