Locked Doors and High Towers

and stuck on the outside
 the terrible beast within
with the latch on the  inside
I wait and wonder
and chat with the passers by
as I strip my own armor
and trade my weapons of words
for silence
and sandwiches
in  the shade
of an apple tree
in view from the window

I knew I would see something amazing

If only I look right
Look long
wait
and
see
Another of LA's character gives an excellent performance at Broadway and Griffin

Empty soul, the lost forgotten house

once full of laughter
now
one more skeleton
rotten wood, crumble plaster
part of the broken and grave human disaster
and the spirit wanders
looking for its true home
beyond tipi
beyond tent
walls corruptible
indestructible
through forever-time will stand
found in its dying
a house not made of hand

Decapitated Detroit

and thoughtless moments will bring the cross when all is quiet.
don't think and die
wait
wonder
then resurection

the loneliest bicycle in Montreal

the van's indifference burned like coals of fire.

Pinocchio Dellemorte

a lie is certainly a death

All the accordions one day will bloom...

a forest of free floating frequencies