Steel & Glass

Hold fast to speed
Virility
With horse-powered heart of cold, hard steel
That feeds the oats my hand cannot

Fall sleeping, glassy-eyed
Blind
A plasma world upon a wall I cannot penetrate
That feeds fairytales, as my feet live actually

Speeding

You, Pontiac boy
Ever-beaconing muscle-car radio
Oldies songs all the way
Turned up

I, Chevy girl
Ever-grasping the volume knob
Ripped it off, tossed it out
My window

Pictured us
Forever grooving, reminiscing
Life-long love song
We’d drive

Kazoo

I can sleep now
It’s late, or early somewhere and I’ve worn enough sets of eyes for the day
Uncertain eyes
Thankless eyes
Never felt quite right, though
So I got tired eyes

Now all that’s left
Remember whose I am
Then what green-gold glint
Comes fluttering back
Roaring, of course, but of your blinded eyes
Blinding mine
Tired still

The Architects

Our table, looks like life got solved here
Messy
Pretty life
The time we had….

Our table, looks like love was made here
Real
Hungry love
The time we had!

Location: Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio; Oak Park, Illinois