The Muse
If I show her
the least attention
She blackens out
the prose
Her hold on me
so total
Forever
in the throes
Of what her
gift requires
And loyalty
demands
Where every night
she visits
My dreams
— at her command
***
Moments I Treasure
Embracing simplicity
days get short
Words cut deeper
vague meanings defined
Minutes leaving
moments to treasure
Twilight in focus
— forever unwinds
***
Uncertainty Cries
Time
the great impostor
Hides
in every doubt and scheme
Whispering lies
when uncertainty cries
Poisoning hope
— invading our dreams
***
Less Is More
Would you trade
your steak for salad
returning as before
Before the fame
betrayed you
before the moneyed tour
How spartan could you pivot
free
of fortune’s weight
That riches cast upon you
and left you
in this state
How much praise and false attention
would you happily
give up
To shed the gilded moments
and fill
each empty cup
But maybe all the better
to clasp your hands
in prayer
Beseeching what is missing
from The One
— who’s always there
***
Excuses Befriend
A thousand ways
to lose
only one way
to win
The track
lined with losers
excuses
befriend
What could have
then happened
what should
have come true
Lost forever
to history
defeat
— in review
(Montreal Grand Prix: May, 2026)
An Anthology Of Perception 