July 2019 – What you going to do- when the well runs dry ?
At the end of turned pages
July gushing stream
vibrant shrouds and shade ripples in shadows
all the busy harsh traffic sounds so far away
I can gently orbit here just minutes from another planet nearby that I need not visit
in the newborn summer heat the rustle of the red maples from St. Agnes or genuflecting and benediction rustling in acknowledgment.
The progressing afternoon like apple red patterns in undulating rhythm
where the wavelengths frequency of sound light exchanged glances and
remember the last time they danced like this. -Got Abstract? 2014
Steam Heat Cool
Hottest day of the Summer so far that year
In mid July on fricasseeing 1st Ave and as I’m
Doing a steady sweaty schlep approaching
The corner of 12th street
And this eighty year old guy appears
in the heat waves like an oasis mirage
In a powder blue double breasted suit jacket with
Boxed square cut shoulders like Cab Callaway used to sport,
His cream dress shirt with ruffled button down trim has a mile
Wide grape tinted tie freshly off the rack from the 40s held
perfectly centered with a gleaming diamond stick pin clasp
tan trousers with crisp razor creases, heeling toeing spotless
white bucks with pink shoes topped off with an extra wide brimmed
vanilla fudge swirl Fedora and Harlequin blue sunglasses
And not a drop
And man I mean not drop
Of sweat on him.
-Q Bop City 2018
July Fragments 2012
Just so much Space
You can move only so far
I’m told in a very small space
Most human skulls are about
roughly the size of two fists
Yet they contain everything single
Perception one can fathom
In a life time about the universe.
So that world between your ears
Can be as wide or narrow as
You make it.
Shrink or expand
Exclude or include.
But I would advise you
To take care with the dimensions
You will ultimately design in there.
Because that is all
You are going to take with you.
His Yellow Tonka Truck
(Attributed to Matt H)
Outside of the bar that evening
After discussing guns and booze
And I just didn’t have the heart to tell him
Playing so contently in his sand box
With his yellow Tonka truck
That someday he was going to
Have to deal with women.
Herman Munster was an artist.
He loved the strange sounds of words
And how meaning could jump the tracks
From children’s books to surrealistic art.
So the TV monster based upon Shelly’s nightmare
Found notoriety and fame as being the
GD nicest fiend on the block
Who like to phrase his delivery
In the cadence of his mom.
Fighting back with Art
Wishes always it seems
Have to take a back seat in some cab
While nightmares ride first class
Like a holiday heart attack
That happens in front of the kids
On the Thru-way
Headed out to see the fireworks
And the numbness will continue
Till the awareness shows up.
Duck Dvorak Duck !
July early evening
After a stunning warm
Summer day with a brilliant blue
Sky without a memory of a cloud
In the world.
In reflection while the radio plays
Dvorak thinking over all the swings
And misses that fate has taken at you
Over the years.
Best take care before you
Grin and smirk…
You can trust me on this one.
Is always just now
And headed straight at you.
So it perhaps might be
A bit premature to request
Fate at the piano to play
I’m just a lucky so and so.
-Got Abstract ? 2012