My daddy is a dragonfly, My mamma is a butterfly I was born in July to fly, not to cry Anywhere the four winds blow is my home Afraid not of garden gnomes Oh, the colors of summer, slumber with a number Under blue skies, time to say new goodbyes As old as the sun […]
Ho-Ho-Kus, Hocus-Pocus, Abracadabra, and Moonachie too. Half-past Weehawken, under the neon starlight of the Jersey night, in the taverns of Hoboken, you find yourself broke, looking to find redemption, the sublime, and the Christopher Street line. These vagabond blues come in so many hues and road-worn shoes in a room of lost and found souls […]
[Short Libretto-Ballad] Blessed is the night. Go down these city streets, down Division Street, way down Division Street, where the wind sways the autumn trees, like an autumn song. So blessed is the night. Oh, the leaves rustle all around my feet, streetlamp lanterns, dancing shadows, nocturne patterns, with rod iron bones and brownstones, echoes-of-elevated-trains, […]
O’ beauty and of death, when do the drumbeats rest for those blessed? When do the drumbeats rest for those who transgressed? When do the drumbeats rest for the obsessed? O’ beauty and of death, the sky is thy paper and the sea is thy ink. Remember what beauty is, and the moon shall shed […]
Deep below the rich earth lays a reddish-brown bird. Every now and then, I hear the reddish-brown bird sing at night; songs of solitude and beauty resonate in the cadence of passing time. I try to ignore the songs, but they take root in my memory like words to a contract, as unspoken bonds of […]