On the days 
when your desired destination conflicts 
with your current station, 
where the self-inflicted yoke of elusive perfection 
lays just beyond your fingertips,
dangerously dangling out of your reach,

As the setting sun makes his way 
across the kaleidoscope sky,
the crescent moon wakes from her daytime rest,
shrouded in the darkness of approaching night.

I helped her move yesterday
as the cold air cracked like whips about her face
causing her cheeks to redden.

I helped her move,
as cardboard boxes lay half built in
crowded hallways inside the theatre of her home

As I watch you get dressed
readying yourself to leave,
my heart grows heavy
a sadness lingers over me 
and invades my innermost thoughts.

Serendipity sat across the table, 
glass of wine in hand. 
Time sat across from her 
and raised his glass to her.

Under the tapestry of the star-lit night sky
laughter reaches its peak,
while waves gently break against the beach,

In the unending universe that is your mind,
sparks of creativity and touches of ingenuity mix with your 
intimate thoughts and call that beautiful mind home.

On summer days 
when the scent of adventure
hangs heavily in the air 
inspiring intoxicated invitations 

In de center of de cul-de-sac in Newton Profitt Square, 
sits a round metal garbage bin cover,
propped up by a broken branch from de bush. 

As thunder rolls, and lightning strikes, 
I sit reminiscing of the open chasm 
that existed in my chest.

Stars burst into life burning trails of dust and smoke 
across the night sky
while the moon hides her face behind a veil of clouds 
as fingers link together when hands find each other— 
walking down the sidewalk.

The broken pieces of who I am
paint the picture of a man who is lost at sea,
clinging to the slowly fading hope of finding the shore
and though my thoughts hold me beneath the surface of the water
my mind races with the possibilities of endless futures:

Here I am putting pen to paper
thought to written word,
words I’ve choked on for lifetimes

On summer’s night kiss
where lofty tones
elevate sunken moods
as sound waves carry the promise of freedom

I see you
Lone Wolf,
running across city wilds
holding to the shadows
where padded paws perfectly protect
slinking steps
shunning streetlights,
burning bright on nomadic nights. 

When troubled minds
hide in the shadows cast by the 7 o’ clock sun, 
find swirling waters calmed 
and put at ease,
by acts towards your continuous progress.

Eyes,
it's always eyes. 

Everywhere I look
I see them staring back at me—

analyzing. 

Beneath the neon glow of Times Square, 
the city throbs with electric life,
as taxis blur and sirens flare,
and buildings slice the air like knives.