Montage in the Key of Basquiat

Things Left Unsaid (re:Vision)

As the black rose
Into the night’s deepest
Of midnight blue

With its looming
Show of lights, I

Wait in vain
Perchance to dance
On the sunny
Side of the street
At dawn, or

Recollect & reflect in retrospect:

Nights are but sermons
To be streamed
In this requiem
To a dream, with

Drawn from wondrous dust
On shadows of the moon
As past, present
And future ferment
Like grapes
“In the twilight
Of perpetual noon”

By the revenant vox
Of wordshippers to come

Through The static
And the hum, out from
Under the umbra
Like a beacon
Of life shining in the darkest
Of light, communing
With kindred souls
In search of the other
Side, speaking truth
To power rather than letting
The things left unsaid
Fade into oblivion
Or die with the setting sun.

©2018 MDSHall

Ode to Dan Lish

Tuff Gong

Red, Black & Green

The Improvised Lives of Jazz

Dear Bob, Dear Dylan

The Subway of Life

On the subway, people
Packed in like sardines with no
Room to move & even
Less fresh air to breathe, ride stop to stop
Until it’s their time to leave the train.

Hopefully mine is before the end of the line.


2 Flew To New York City

We flew like birds into NYC
By way of Chicago
With not a worry in the world
Other than our next
Meal, like
Those pigeons we saw
When we
Landed in Manhattan, then

Our wings across Time’s Square to Central Park
West & Columbus Circle, all the way down
To Ground Zero, and Chinatown —
Right below Little Italy
& Soho directly west
Of Manhattan’s
Lower East
Side, not
Too far
From the Brooklyn Bridge as it
Looms over East River – to wind up in Strand
With its 18 miles of books
Right in the heart and soul of Union Square.

Needless to say
Old New York
Its imprint
On the bottoms
Of our soles. & now
By way of the ATL
Like new bohemians
On a wanderlust
For stardust, we must

Find our way back home.