wet leather shoes

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I remember standing on your wet leather shoes
with dirty bare feet and the sensation
of your hand pressed into the small of my back
reaching in for my soul to call it back home.
It had been out wandering wailing and weeping
for three days now,
since they took our innocence away
with two planes, two buildings sifted away
I didn’t even really know you but
you knew I was lost and you went out looking
for what I needed to come home.
I needed to find a piece of beauty inside humanity
I needed to know that joy could still exist
inside this hateful world we’ve created for ourselves.
You pulled me in close, called out to me with
gestures, thoughts and motions I still don’t understand.
I cried when I saw God crying for all of us that night,
but you pressed your forehead into mine,
pressed your lips into mine,
pressed your hands into my soul and brought me home.

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starlite starbright

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starlite starbright
first star i see tonight
what on earth could i possibly wish for
on this crystal clear and tragic night?

i saw with my own human eyes the
hole they tore in the Twins
the gaping wound pulsing vomiting
smoke and flames debris falling
i stood there drool trickled
off my lips leaving my head parched
speechless for once i suppose

i made my calls answered the phone
answered the screams when
they howled at how the first
mighty Twin toppled stumbled slid
into the concrete canyons
of Lower Manhattan

i screamed i wailed i cried
but the question i could not ask was
why?

from the rooftop desperation’s view
we saw them jump we heard
a little poof, barely audible
right before the second Twin gave up
and slipped into the river of smoke
his brother started twenty minutes before

some man, some fucking analyst
on the radio had the balls to
talk about our Twins affecting
the market the sluggish economy
and on the teevee they said ridiculous
things like they always do
and i started to cry again for
the people who fought to
come here escape the madness that
just doesn’t happen in America

someone talked about how we
could unite the country under
this wet blanket of tragedy
but i know it will always be
us against them
they who are not us

i feel violence and vengeance
in my too-hot blood for the first time
and i remember this morning
how my necklace didn’t look right
and how i didn’t wanna drag my ass to work
and how i was pissed off because
just by lookin’ at the Dunkin Donuts
i knew they weren’t fresh

the sirens have been singing and
screaming all the sunny day
and every time a plane flies low
we all stop, stare and wait
this is what they wanted from us
the innocent and free

sunrise on the east river

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sunrise on the east river
beside a sleepy FDR
some runners are starting their morning routine
and i’m just ending the nightshift
brought to you by an ancient soul lost
now home
inside a city of 9 million

what can i say to this?
how can a shaky pen and feeble wobbly lips
express what i mean to feel inside the other
words that come out?
it’s only been five minutes but
the sky changed itself five times

the arch of the williamsburg bridge points
to where i might look to find answers
to questions i don’t have yet

maybe i’m not the only one
who gets to experience this joy
freedom abandon of an ancient soul
but inside my head at this
juncture of moonlight daylight
traffic concrete trees squirrels
trash river wispy fall clouds
it’s all mine
and i can taste it

i know i’ll move on i know the
lives i’ve led and that the future
can only surprise
if not entertain me

the street lights are closing their
eyes and the weight of my body
reminds me i’m still human

but in ten minutes the
universe changed itself ten times