Sunset on City Glass
Charles F. Thielman
squeals fly like ingots
through this city’s enzyme
revolving door catching a sun glint.
white-haired man in a dark suit turns
from tending bloodshot
treaties in a bar mirror
and joins in, praising what light
Raising another scotch-fueled toast up in praise
our team, we announce our loyalty
with glints off seven
glasses in blue smoke,
sax notes spun inside the liquid
of jazz piano. My thirst for Vermeer light
through happy hour by the brunette
tending bar. Our crew
palming the bar-rail,
standing ready for the next toast,
hands sponging the cool beads off each glass.
new guy toasts his first paycheck,
his glances following the
as she fills hollows below the muted news.
ring-less hands moving bottle to glass,
the telling of what
she knows a mural
of brushing silks over rose stems.
Charles F. Thielman
rain rivulets down
blue palms beating on the
of city hives.
He twitches inside
a firefight broadcast live
the rainforests of his subconscious,
barking orders in his sleep.
Snipered awake, he crouches
double shadow between bed and wall.
He breathes deeply in, then out, slow, steady.
imagination’s trigger, he dissolves
demons, then visualizes a sun-warmed hamlet,
flirting and day-dreaming,
clean white blouses drying in a light-filled
for a Friday at work,
stretches six foot of solo in a doorway,
readies himself in a mirror
true eyes opening without faith
in the ruins, apartment air
by the scent of a lover’s last words
square on an emptied wall left as is.
and gone, sinews of connected needs
rise out of the grave of a dream.
in Charleston, S.C., and Chicago, educated at red-bricked colleges
and on city streets, now retired via disability, Charles has worked
as a youth counselor, truck driver, city bus driver, peer mentor for
the Oregon Vocational Rehabilitation Department and enthused
bookstore clerk. Recently married on a Kauai beach, a loving
grandfather for ffive free spirits, Theilman’s inspired work as a
Poet, Artiste and active shareholder in an independent Bookstore’s
collective continues. He organizes readings at the store and is
active on the Boards of the county and state writers’
organizations. Charles has had poems accepted by literary journals
such as The Pedestal, The Oyez Review, Poetry Kanto and Uphook
Press-- and a poem in Eugene's e-News journal, MyEugene.org.
the Owl-Dreamed Night" [Uttered Chaos Press, June 2011] includes
10 poems from his narrative series