It wasn’t true …

but what is truth

It wasn’t real …

but eyes can lie

It wasn’t mine …

or yours to give

It wasn’t love …

but hearts still cry

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

The Devil’s Workshop

has open hours

His staff is loyal

and share his powers

The Devil’s Workshop

when idle claims

The lost and truant

— with tools aflame

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

All words

despite their

intention …

the silence reborn

All wishes

 real and

imagined

in hope they are formed

All time

eclipsed in the

moment

forever refrains

All paths

regardless

of waypoint

— lead back to the grave

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

I heard

what you said

But not

what you meant

Your words

but a smokescreen

Belying

 intent

Each one

deftly crafted

To lure

and delude

Anointing

your weakness

Blaspheming

— Saint Jude

(Chicago’s South Side: July, 2026)

It’s not

what it is

or what

it isn’t …

But what

it

forever

— could be

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

Success

is no more emails

Not one

throughout the day

No beeps

and no vibrations

to clutter up

the quay

My sails are up

the winds are fair

distractions

far abeam

No G.P.S.

or radar

To chart

— this sailor’s dream

(Annapolis To Bermuda: August, 2005) 

Fool Them Once — Fool Them Twice

Oh Bernie, Bernie

as crooked

thou art

Thy wife

more dishonest

filling up thy cart

A noble pair

thoust do

protest

Within

thy harvest

and monied chest

To hide among

a lost

enclave

With fortunes

 promise
most illy made

Behind thy mask

corruption

flames

Thy hoax

to bear

— eternal shame

(The New Room: July, 2026)

Nobody wants

to be here

But no one

ever leaves

Nothing lasts

forever

But forever

will deceive

Nowhere is that

foreign place

That lives inside

us all

Where from the lost

dominion

The devil

— makes his call

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

We became

a republic

when Washington

said ‘NO’

“Only debate

and compromise

hold a democracy

together”

Every man

given power

is at risk

to abuse it

Three branches

of government

our Founder’s

great gift

Ambition

counters ambition

when authority

is shared

To check and

to balance

as the voters

— hold sway

(America’s 250^th: July, 2026)

“Stop managing

and start racing”

Fangio said to himself

Victory lies

in the seat

of your pants

The best laid plans

the strategists

map out

Go silent

when dancing

the dance

A driver knows best

when the margins

are small

In hundredths

the outcome

depends

One choice dearly made

 defying

the grave

Keeps a winner

in laurels

— again”

(Memories Of Juan Manuel: July, 2026)

The passions

that divided us

when we were young

Bring us back

together

when old

The bias

the malice

the pain and the hurt

The years

in their wisdom

remold

What once

seemed important

and drove us apart

Transformed

like a westerly

wind

To finish

our days

attached at the hip

Umbilically

joined

— from within

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)