“P.F.”
Sprint and life me oh ye of Geronimo
A sparkling eye in the heart of a Cosimo
A meager, A measure, A pleasure, A treasure
Harron and Psychic a clef of endeavors
Broadway and Brooklyn and Crooklyn and Midas
NOLA and Frenchy and Rebirth your highness
Richie and Red and Sal and a halfway
All we have is our now in a half day
Inspirationally devout in a keepsake
This crystal, this moment, this weep stake
An Art House, a U-turn, a meaning to touch out
Esplanade needles and crocheting to blurt out
A fickle, a count, a tickle of second of instance
This moment, this jump up, this tailgate to sprint with
An opal, a rifle, a spindled dance in the rain
Mouths wide open as we swallow and scream out our pain
An “r”, a star, a jukebox that tango topples
Typsy, eclipse me, til I play up in hobbles
A mystery intently ray shine the droplets
Bad brains and sad stains shed away for a time stop
Lay away the pray of yay nocturn a chime clock
Glasses and bracelets, amazements, and hourglass
No present, no future, no cobblers of hours passed
No timekeep, no breaching, no flooding, rewind
So why weep, oh seeping, oh trudging, behind
Worming and screeching to tops of the soil
Fleeing the meeting overcoming stop coils
Proteus and Venus, two lovers of christmas
Thanksgiving, my deepest, til shards of the prystine
Now harness the tidbits as we sharpen this dream
So let us remember
The rain drops of tears that dried
In an incognito renaissance
Under the Claiborne overpass
Where we kissed a carnation in a begging moment
And all of our troubles withered incandescently
as snowflakes fell on Broadway.
- - inspired by a dreamer
- NYC… 2009. Central Park. Imagine.