I say it's sunny weather. 

You say it's cold outside. 

I say the water is fine. 

You say the deep blue has lost its shine. 

Spin a nickel like a bottle 

watch it turn. 

Light a candle in the dark… 

…

Come away with me 

high above any nervous weather 

and sound of city thunder 

where heaven doesn’t fade from the uncertain sky 

I’m waiting with my favorite suit on 

the one with love poems in every drifting pocket 

…

The poem is available at every moment; open to the active gaze, resting in the sounds that vibrate the focused ear, awaiting with excitement as one touches or tastes upon the physical elements that are at hand. Even smells reveal…

A copper spoon 

that would have been polished silver 

slips from a mouth as wide as a watermelon smile 

revealing the imagination of a negro child 

that invents in pencil, pen and crayon black 

like a score from Porgy and…

My wires keep a rapid  pace 

They separate your face from a crowded space 

A looking mirror breaks 

as salacious sounds escape

My heart awakes in a moment near you 

. . .  holding a Cinderella shoe 

yet the festive…

A black-top, farm-to-market, road window breeze. 

An old friend, sunrise, eases through the objecting screen.

Dawn beams softly off her morning eyes. 

Dew  sleeping, on her lazy yard, 

still cool from twilight, 

wet under a set of bare feet,

bare…

Brownie is a hold of breath 

So beautiful in drift 

ripping stationary 

Elegance permits her temper 

a swing jazz tempo in bop 

One had to really listen 

She skipped punctuations, vowel sounds, and 

Inflated onomatopoeias 

Like the drummer splashing his…

A poem unnoticed 

is as a colored child 

sleeping in the dead of night, 

awakened by polished dreams of terror 

and shadow’s light, 

a dim despair 

discarded to the emptiness of time. 

There, it isn’t provocative, 

weighed down and drowned…

From copious ash of grave misfortune 

I shall rise again and again 

Despite the deceitful hearts of men 

my candid nerves shall not be lost 

nor set to waver by their lurid contempt 

When jealousy triumphs 

and her indifference scorns 

…

There's no one 

like you 

I've searched every single page 

for two 

Imagined myself with a crayon 

neon blue 

A shade so perfect 

 it rivaled the moon 

A play on looks in your glance 

A quick book full of speechless…

He was a lit wick 

 at each end, 

... lost a few screws each time the wind blew. 

... wore a steel-toe military combat boot 

 on his wrong foot! 

... said it was agent orange ... 

 water torture ... 

 Vietnam…

Club lights dim 

People in the back gradually disappear 

momentarily 

in the trim 

a flood of red, grim and sinister, rays saturate the stage 

Ruby shoes 

Crimson Tuesday 

scarlet sweaters 

and 

a 

Marxist sound-man adjusting volumes and distortions 

Welcome 

as 

…