The City Breathes

The city breathes its hot breath
In and out of choked lungs
With life blood pushing through
Clogged arteries, falling into dust

Yet wonder and vibrant life
Move through its buildings and streets
Along the wind, coarse with broken leaves
Drip atop scarce raindrops, almost muddy with dust

The heart of the city beats
Among its denizens, those half broken souls
Pass beside the towers of debt
Populating its skyline

All My Dreams Rise on Thermals

All my dreams rise on thermals
Unhindered in the waning sun
Seeking a fresh perch for the night.

Its beauty keeps them aloft
Silver beams streak like towers of pure light
Reflected and filtered by the moon.

They lay down tracks to usher in
Milky Way and her sister Andromeda,
Their diamond gowns shimmering as life itself.

Simple Lives Do Not Exist

Simple lives do not exist
Except in imagined states
Uncluttered by emotion or
Cooked inside the pressures
Of human desire, detached
From feeling, yet scarred
By its result.

Always, another stands by
Waiting to exaggerate
The faults of our simple
Humanity, like Cassius
And Brutus arguing friendship.
But friendship cannot exist
Inside the constraints of power.

Never again (but I cannot
Say never) would we succumb
Under the weight of unmet
Expectation should we see the
Depths to which complexity
Overwhelms simplicity,
Humanity overwhelms perfection
And simple lives do not exist.

One Misstep

One misstep and the foundation crumbles
Hurtles particles across the open space
People, too, spiral among debris
Settle bruised and battered upon
Tightly woven webs stuck in place

Caught in the throes of life gone astray
Results of testing temptation’s vapor lock
Decisions approach like meteors broken apart
Avoid one, block another, try to hitch a ride
Once it strikes, it’s too late to take stock