‘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)

It is

what it isn’t

— until it is

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

Mojo Risin

I got this itch …

 ain’t nowhere

to scratch

A store bought woman

 took

 all my cash

My mojo’s risin …

  so I

gotta go

The night train whistlin

 and calls

through the snow

That feelin stays with me …

 freight car

dark and cold

With every new

waypoint

— my scratchin untold