DelMarVa Dream

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)

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