The walls sneak up and divide
And we have cubes and halls and freeways between
Are we supposed to think like this, then?
Rivers become moot
Replaced by tunnels and pipes
Where we find our only water
Bodies decay more quickly here
But we have our props, our drugs, our lotions, our butchers
The comfort of things we see with our eyes
We peek out from under a wall, from under a drug,
And the trees need us to need them
The earth rebels against our hatred and indifference
Singing helps and dancing
And sitting still, saying "hello"
To whoever's inside
Is the world smaller or larger
Than where I am with you
We are in everything
We are of everything
When you are with me
Does the sea reach for the shore
Or does the shore need the touch of the sea
Does the sun call out to the trees
Do the waves beg for the moon
Do the stars need to see the earth at night
To warm their dark days
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Warmly touching and curiously poignant...
Doc
Quite a reality post. Well done.