my voice got lost in my shirt

my voice got lost in my shirt

as i pulled it over my head

and i wondered if anyone

had heard what i said

there was a muffle

but not much of a statement

a ruffle of the shirt

but nothing that hit the pavement

i wanted to repeat it

but unfortunately it was gone

there was something i was saying

but the shirt did it done

perhaps it was a blessing

you didn't hear my muffled voice

perhaps i had said something

that would have altered your choice

my voice got lost in my shirt

by grace, no one was hurt

February 25, 2004, NYC

the next poem

the next poem seems within me

yet somewhere nestled deep

and out the moment of birthing panic

it will finally be free

there is a verse to be sung

that i have yet to know the tune

a melody for every tongue

the light for many like you

the artist's pad may be blank

but energy roars towards fingertips

and soon when all is outloud

the sketch will come to life

and live.

August 15, 2005

momentary lapse

my mind is a barren cage

from which my canaries have taken flight

to sing for more fulfilling grains

than what i cast tonight

my heart is an empty vessel

from which inspiration has been drained

pricked in fearing my expectancy

that drought precedes the rain

my page is absent meaning

mere transparency on display

in cliché images as definitions

summing the nothing i loathe to say

alas

my life is full of these moments

and often times others with riches

nevertheless i still feel frustrated

by these economically challenged glitches

September 14, 2004, NYC