Sunday, November 23, 2008

If the city
Be a Bastion of perplexity
How can we distill it,
That significant essence,
Into a spirit potion
to be shared
Liquid magnificence
The confused roar silenced

Sunday, November 16, 2008

night

i dream the sky intrepid
in the light of a blushing moon
strains of baritone sax madness filling the room
on a sunday afternoon