Loon call relaxing
the fist of his heart,
a crescent’s eye glints
silver across midnight’s lake
as dream kneels to lap up echoes.
He’s camped close to shore,
shifting his emotions like diamonds
carried in a linen sack.
Far downstream the blasé
hum a star-spangled fugue.
He’s taking this exit to revise
his peripherals, accepting
changes in the light thought
to feed the ability to day-dream.
Loon call above his city-strung river
of thirst, un-stemmed vein
of needs roped over formless cargo
towards a gentle current,
dream rising in a mirrored shaft.
Crossing a Mural
jazz bass thrumming a guttural love song.
Your shadow crosses a mural
as weekend headlights sweep past
guitar picking through what aches
note to sharp note near midnight’s river.
You could carry a crucifix,
ward off inhaled thorns,
avoid grasping chain-link fence,
syllables of your spine formed
in an American sea of sounds.
Your ribs like tuning forks touching this bridge railing.
Horizons composed of mirages,
trinities genuflecting on ice
then the rebirth of wonder
skates past the truncated ballets caused by logic.
You run a gauntlet of echoes.
City streets snapping the wing bones of dreams
as moon-light bisects spotlights,
spills over the dry gutters of city knuckles
wrapped around the necks of bottles,
jazz bass thrumming a guttural song of love.
Born and raised in Charleston, S.C., moved to Chicago, educated at red-bricked universities and on city streets, married on a Kauai beach in 2011, a loving Grandfather for five free spirits, Charles' work as Poet and Artiste continues! His poems have appeared in The Pedestal, Gargoyle, Poetry365, The Criterion [India], Gangway [Australia], Poetry Salzburg [Austria], Poetry Kanto [Japan] and Belle Reve. email@example.com
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