Poems from David Sebenaler

Colors in the air brown and blonde the curls within her hair.   Colors are the iris’ guise blue and grey her beautiful eyes.   Color is...
Weary, dreary, somber. The midnight hour stretches on, only longer. One can only ponder.   I sit or saunter to the soliloquy of silenced...
    Wall Street. Work to buy a penthouse suite. Power comes from a balance sheet. A New York Yankee’s box seat.   Wall Street. Promise...
White socks with a white stripe. Brown belts with brown type. Black ties with black dots. Grey shirts with grey spots. None of these...
Reality is dictated through a series of coherent conclusions. To often, illusions permeate the pure walls of reality, distorting the sound...