Do images
free language
or a metaphor
to note
Whose words embrace
unmarried grace
that lives
beyond the rote
Can you espouse
that suitor’s vow
with kindnesses
unsaid
Time’s betrayal
a cuckold’s bond
with prescience
— left unwed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Damsel in
distress
Virtue
to redress
Reputation
scorned
Honor
most forlorn
On the field
we face
Lances
and a mace
Blood to burnish
clean
Lies
— that death redeems
(Rhymes From The Nursery: February, 2026)
Two plus two equals four
— everywhere but the Halls of Congress
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
A step ahead
of Satan
a lifetime
on the run
A pitchfork in
my rearview
the outlook
zero sum
My energy
depleting
my feet begin
to slow
His flames are
hot upon me
my fingers
start to glow
The years I’ve spent
and wasted
the loved one’s
in my wake
Their memory in
the ashes
Gehenna
— is my fate
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
My Rosary
— my life
(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)
Once
you force
all existence
into this moment
You will
understand the
difference between life
— and its living
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Love’s Goodbye
Those who ask
no questions
offer the greatest
comfort
Those who speak
inscriptive
tell the biggest
lies
Those who pledge
no fealty
to themselves
dishonor
Those who bear
no greetings
doomed to love’s
— goodbye
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Misfortune Contrives
It’s in fashion
to wear
your heart
on your sleeve
A French poet
alarmed
that love may
deceive
Bleeding a wound
that
misfortune
contrives
Alone
in deception
your love
— circumcised
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Epiphany Of Time
Once
you wrap
all existence
into this moment
You will
understand the
difference between life
— and its living
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Flying above
the syntax
grammarians
far below
Lost in paradigms
yet to form
Hermes to
forego
You consummate
your writing
as you reach that
final rung
The lines you wrote
by faith alone
sing out now
zero-sum
Your editor
rejected
your publisher
is spurned
The words demand
a new command
of what you’re still
— to learn
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
You want their
affection
but your words
to disdain
I voted for you
thrice
and would do so
again
But the many
unsold
who vote
with their heart
Abandon you now
as your
ego
cavorts
Assuming
your schtick
is attractive
to all
You strut like
the ‘Emperor’
and naked
befall
Overlooking
the obvious
what the simplest
man knows
To be liked
is a mandate
and lost
— in your show
(Sunday Morning New Shows: February, 2026)
The Artist
who scares you
the one you should
mime
And step
in his shoes
to see
what you’ll find
The Artist
who threatens
your soul’s
status quo
The one to
embrace
as you try
— to ‘pass go’
(The New Room: January, 2026) O/L 2-1-2026
When The Dust Settles
To be remembered
— period end
(The New Room: January, 2026) O/L 2-1-2026
An Anthology Of Perception 