The trap of
self-surveillance
Our phones
and I-pads hide
They watch our
every movement
And hear
what we most prize
They pander
with their programs
Seducing
with their apps
Recording
undermining
Our futures
— to remap
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
The trap of
self-surveillance
Our phones
and I-pads hide
They watch our
every movement
And hear
what we most prize
They pander
with their programs
Seducing
with their apps
Recording
undermining
Our futures
— to remap
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
At the far end of the casket
his girlfriend hugged his wife
And told her she was sorry
that she tried to steal her life
Their tears then ran in unison
for a man who loved them both
The years they shared now testament
to a choice he left unspoke
They never met before this day
and would never meet again
But each knew well the other
and they almost felt like friends
The mistress left, the children wept
the grandkids played outside
His wife’s last words: “Your hell has passed
sleep well my love — goodbye”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
‘Quote / Unquote’
Living within
quotation marks
my questions there
protected
My ownership
connected
and feelings
— most defined
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
The Keys
Shackles
on the future
Handcuffs
on the past
Keys
inside the moment
Freedom
— first and last
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
To Die
The enemy
of all that’s good
Perfection
lays the trap
Footprints
circling in the snow
To die
— inside their tracks
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
The present
eternal
though time
would belie
The moment
what’s precious
enduring
all lies
Before
and then after
the future
and past
The instant
upon us
the first
— and the last
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Life
for the living
Time
for the dead
Prescience
betrothing
Knowledge
— unwed
(The New Room: March, 2026)
Standing apart
from truth
Life came
into focus
Its burden
had lifted
Detached
— I was free
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Traces
of the future
that never
touched the past
Brushstrokes
on a saving canvas
coloring
the mask
Emptying
the palette
whose shades fade
into gray
A rainbow
frames
tomorrow’s easel
— pointing out the way
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Monday
lulled me off
to sleep
Tuesday
arid dreams
Wednesday
turning up
the heat
Thursday
blanket steam
Friday
woke me
hotter still
Saturday
a beast
Sunday
found me
lost in thirst
Monday
— to repeat
(The New Room: March, 2026)
Anyone
can go fast
in the straights
Winners
go fast
— in the turns
(2)
Real racers
race
Everyone else
— just talks
(3)
At the sight
of blood
Your foot
— goes to the floor
(4)
The last lap
may have been finished
But the race
— is never over
(5)
Pit stops …
the key
to victory
— or defeat
(6)
Trophies
are for cases
Speed
— is for life
(7)
When nothing
is working
— go faster
(Memories Of Ayrton: March, 2026)
Late in September
I fondly remember
What caused loves engender
the days all in rhyme
Lost in September
a slave to indenture
My feelings surrendered
for you to be mine
Laughing we tendered
what pain could not enter
And boldly uncensored
each moment sublime
But Fall’s great pretender
October dismembered
Our fate the death chamber
— of Summer mistimed
(Poems Of Love: Merch, 2026)