Tag Archives: skyway
Pace Off
The mayor declares no more skyways. Till what? We learn how to design the perfect compass for indoor air? Now that I know my way around up there after two decades, I will not give them up. A hybrid walk … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Blanks
The public safety building skyway has nothing in its display case. No hint of what got abandoned, what could become enclosed in glass. She could start over. Wind her way through 7+ miles of second floor passageways. Could comment on … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Downtown Serenity Hour
Today’s investigation, a brand new skyway smells like a new car with music seeping through its air vents. It takes me through a different artery in the maze. Roots grow to the first floor becomes a pink lit W Hotel … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
They Call It Prohibition
I dream of sipping espresso from a tiny ceramic cup in a hotel bar high above the streets and skyway. And I tower over a city that dreams bigger than it looks. They call it Prohibition—it’s not illegal for an … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Bottom Virtually
A skyway floor tiled in original Lego red and gray. Another covered in carpet patched together with black duct tape—I make my connections above vehicular fray seamlessly. New patterns will arise if we can bounce off the darkness into true … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Sundialing
Thanks for reminding me how to seduce mean from time. I’m lost inside the simple-eyed cricket stare of my junk watch. I want you on an island next to mine. We’d build a skyway then blow it apart each night … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
She Quit
Seven dollars still in her pocket as she rounds the skyway connector without a detour. No purchase. necessary—she’s already won a trip to freedom. At least an overnighter while window sills remain banked with snow here for another seven (or … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Horizontal Escalation
Let this be my plea for relevance: be it subway or skyway, I can see myself out. I know when to exit. I exist.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Look Up & Down
It’s happening again—distortion in the sky. Not another season in sight. The man in a neon vest drops his shovel. A bus rolls up— wheels on a new white blanket. Won’t last. Disintegration at ground level. I watch from my … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Hmm (Day 2,987)
Music sounds better without the smoke. I’m the listener, not the singer. But forgive me if I mouth his words, even sing along, as I walk across another skyway bridge on my way to heightened exhales. Hums crossing dangerously close … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
