Paper Maps and Ashes I woke to sirens in the hall And dust on every photo frame The sky was splitting over town Like someone called my name The newsman grinned through static rain Said, “Buddy, keep your shoes on” I grabbed a coat, I grabbed the keys And rolled the windows down Everybody’s talking fast Like the floor might… Read more →
Everything Is Moving Radio talking, midnight calling, neon flickers on the wall. Headlines running, engines humming, everybody knows it all. Morning paper, elevator, coffee cooling in my hand, satellites and commentators drawing circles in the sand. Market crashing, cameras flashing, someone says the sky turned red, traffic crawling, prophets calling, half the city stays in bed. Names and numbers, summer… Read more →
The Darkened Wednesday Before the bells, before the waking streets, six wandering worlds move silently above us. And somewhere beyond the morning, the Moon is waiting for the Sun. The morning air is standing still, no bird disturbs the sky. The windows hold a silver chill, the clouds have learned to hide. Six wanderers before the dawn are written in… Read more →