Temples of commerce
Lost to time
Meant for monetary
But we held fort there none-the-less
In our youth
In a different age
We took refuge
We found others
We walked through
Made our tiny little way
In these temples of commerce
Made by man, to make money
To sell a culture
To a culture
How many nights
And days
And mornings could I find you there?
How many adventures
How many streetlight nights
Cruising on four wheels
Running on our own two feet
Driving and sliding in the snow
We came up there
Came up hard
In those temples of commerce
Derelicts from a time before us
And yet we made it our home
Made our living somehow, some way
Behind some of these structures, we made war
Behind others we took chance at love
Our paths went to, and through, and beyond
And now we look back
At a temple gone
A time spent
Temples of commerce
But for us, and so much more

East Sider
the weight of the world on your eyes
keep walking,
don’t turn that head
don’t look
at me.
at the times before
just keep walking
East Sider
self made
not by the hands of man
not by a man
never a man
East Sider
did I ever figure you out?
in that house
east side of town
alone
surrounded by night
by trinket’s of others’ past
by self inflicted isolation
by your own dreams and prejudice
saving yourself for that day
for that person
that will never happen
or never was
I remember you East Sider
and as you walk by, I can tell
you pretend not to know me

Dog pissing, leg held high
Can’t work through the headaches any further
The car, constantly on empty
Weary days
Weary man
The sun has touched the earth here before
But never exactly the same
And where was I then?
When this was similar
To this day
To this year
Still pissed
Still lost
Weary man
A dog pissing with his leg held high

love and concrete
this is a story of the young ones
they’ll always have the city

they’ll look back
days were cold
on the boulevard
buses pass
great noise
one awaits the other

in a place at the other end of the world
hidden
from the city
from the streets
it’s here
just for them
for their dreams
for chance meetings
for love

love and concrete
everything outside
everything cold and wet

strangers rush by
as the day comes to an end
lovers soon to meet

keep this
always remember those days in the city
on the concrete
in the rain
and the love

Shut down
The quickest kind

Small probes fuck the inner mind
Some kind of metal invades the inner shrine

Anchored pride and ignorant joy
Freedom of the few has been destroyed

The lovers in my state,
The heroes in my head
The probes keep infecting
And spreading the dead

Exposed and rotten, soon to be forgotten
Raw and sick, shutting down quick
Words of passage, words never said
Words of others, out of their heads

A lonely cost is pending,
A heavy load smashing
Mental breakdown
Eyes are crashing

Infections of metal
Infections of dread
Infections made by man
Consuming the head.

Crippled girl on crutch
She was turning heads that day
Short purple dress
All American
Lost somewhere in that wilderness
A land with no conscience
A cold place and time
Her hair un-kept
She struggles
Coming through the door
A busy day behind her
A city flashing by
A story untold
A history
This was the crippled girl on crutch,
Her evening dress in the afternoon,
Her story unknown

Night People
Wander these streets
Watch yourselves, voices carry
In some places, route by subway
In others, pickup truck starry nights
Here and now, traffic light, queue of cars
High Heels on pavement, boots in the dust
The story of night people
Their loves
Their lives
Their adventures as others lay asleep
This is their time
The 4AM
The sunset
The dusk and the dawn
We’ve lost you there, in so many nights
Among them
Among ourselves
Sun never rise, adventure never end
Run to the end of that blvd
Run to the end of time
Neon cutting black
Electric fueling dreams
Of lovers
Friends
Those in other places
On the streets below
Here’s to the night people
Wherever you are

I’m trying to travel through time today
Walking over once sacred places
Places only as memories, to some just dreams
Lost somewhere on a Diamond Ave
Red Brick walls haunt this place
Memories dance near
She dances near
But not now,
Somewhere then
And I find myself trying to travel through time today
To get back
To understand
To find her, or at least find those times
Of lush green, quiet neighborhoods, bohemians before their time has come
Life goes on
Here and now
Some of it, the same
But times have changed
New friends
New loves
Challenges met
People lost
With time
And I’ve been searching for that way back
At least I found the place