Back when sex was dirty

and the water was clean

Two plus two equaled four

and things were what they seemed

Back when men were men

and women would swoon

Each day a new promise

— fulfilled at high noon

(The New Room: August, 2026)

You have my

vote

But not my

mindset

Where once

engaged

I’ve moved

along

No longer

hooked

On every

soundbite

Big picture

focus

The right

— from wrong

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Wrestling

with big issues

his words

often failed

To meet

the new moment

addressing

his ails

Short

on description

emotion

stripped bare

A hollow

depiction

of feelings

— unshared

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

There are only

and always

two kinds of lies …

Ones to deceive

while the others protect

And two kinds of liars

that barter

the truth …

One kneels in shame

— and one genuflects

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)  

Speak clearly

— tomorrow is listening

(The New Room: August, 2026)

Truth

is invisible

Its effects

are not

To know it

 to live it

Like the wife

of Lot

It hides

in plain sight

In judgment

per se

The air

that’s inside us

Life’s breath

— of our stay

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Somewhere

between

the left

and the right

Truth

is in hiding

diffused

in the light

Somewhere

beyond

what labels

ordain

Veracity

waits

the future

— to claim

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Plaguing

my idle moments

Like the wind

blowing off the prison isle

Confinement

becomes my mistress

Trapping each feeling

unsentenced — and alone

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

My audience

smaller

My arena

renamed

The point

that much sharper

The meaning

reframed

With them

I go forward

With them

I proclaim

What history

will treasure

What prescience

— ordains

(The New Room: August, 2026)

Perception

lives within itself

with no start or end

Reflection

puts the moment straight

 when confusion bends 

Prescience

is tomorrow calling

 to damn or save

Conscience

the only thing you’ll carry

— beyond the grave

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)