i see you there across the way
and there's something about the way you say
not that i hear as i can only see
but your hands are moving wildly in ecstasy
as you speak some wonderfully intense story
of that dramatic moment within your day
the one your voice can only partly relay
so from a distance let me convey
i really love what your nonverbals say
January 8, 2004, NYC
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 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