by Chris Hammond

It is what it is…
& I yam what I yam
That’s all…
Oh Well.

Time has come to meet me
Where I was sitting amongst
A Red Hot Moment
Trying to tweak the mechanism
To my advantage

Was it glamor, was it romance
A pack rat’s intrigue?

Everything that shines, stays
Found objects of the heart
Hiding within a drumbeat
Sometime the music let’s me in
I can feel it when I’m there

Sing when we are together
Like bubbles in midnight wine
Part you in me, part me in you
Is THIS what “it” is?
Are We?

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About the Author:

Chris Hammond was born in NYC in 1953 and settled in Rochester, NY in 1960. After a variety of jobs, he moved to San Francisco 1985-1993, settling back into Rochester. He worked in computer field engineering for 23 years then transitioned into Child Protection and Residencial Services for 20 years. He began writing occasionally in the early 70s, grew and then, attended and read at my 1st open mic in San Francisco mid 80s and it continues to be a regular habit. He became a founding member of the music/poetry perfomance ensemble Dream Engine 1993-2008, showcasing live performance of over 50 artist