Bel canto rooftop blues

 

His ragtime wings polished 

with storytellers gold

little mudhen king holding roads

a green-lit train to nowhere

 

dream powders sway down

barriers of clay

sweet little boy yonder

spills a drop of wine in a burning sea

 

plaid shadow elves 

looking glass held

strange dark kisses, saint rider missions

dishing spuds

far from the eternal starlight

 

rolling jellyfish dice, the 

licorice carved jazz soul

a song foretold

hot toddy dark winds 

 

and we lay with our dew drop sins

on a sullen rooftop

waiting for sunlove to break

 

cant sleep anymore

these moving shores

barber dancing over death hair swamps

magic ride and I forget

just feed the spiral spinning worm, watch the jukebox of words turn and bow to the holy seas

Poem Michael D. Amitin,
Photograph Julie Peiffer