In America
we don’t know how
to take out the trash
The mess piling up
around us
a national rash
Our country deeply
infested
with rats and ptomaine
And from Eden
to a landfill
— our legacy chained
(The New Room: January, 2024)
In America
we don’t know how
to take out the trash
The mess piling up
around us
a national rash
Our country deeply
infested
with rats and ptomaine
And from Eden
to a landfill
— our legacy chained
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Marrying war
the true soldier is wed
Betrothal of blood
asleep in his bed
The men he would die for
as groomsmen rejoice
A vow ringed in glory
his weapon of choice
The years become marked
by each battle romanced
Anniversaries pledged
at the point of a lance
Divorce not an option
fidelity cries
His love bleeding freely
—with honor his bride
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Are you able to afford
your fame
Gratuitous wanderings
chasing the flame
What you give up
for what you get back
In debt to the moment
past—future entrapped
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Does writing what
you believe in
bring a change
of heart
Does seeing it
on paper
formalize
the art
Does setting it
to music
make the Angels
smile
Does faith and hope
written
cast doubt
— into exile
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Creating
nothing
it doesn’t
seek
to destroy
Apathetic
ill tempered
and by
seasons
— employed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Embrace your entitlement
to thrive
Hell freezing over
the moment alive
Protect what’s inside
of your heart
Transcendence embodied
— Divine from the start
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Idealism
versus
reality
In hope
that Quixote
prevails
Disappointed
again
reading the trends
Materiality
draining
the grail
Peer pressure
determines
what happens
Not some
high minded
value or tome
Greediness trumps
what our virtue
holds dear
Self interest
hitting
— closer to home
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
You can’t
embrace reality
forever
Its tenets
restrict
and constrain
By definition
it renames
itself
Once spoken
to then be
disclaimed
What comes
upon you
the moment laced
Where vacuums
exit
in time and space
Regenerates
from life’s
cocoon
In endless
cycles
— moon to moon
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Without
your heart
open
emotion unspun
Without
the right feeling
the words
lie unsung
Without
the right words
the
verse to abate
The reader
in Limbo
awaiting
—his fate
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Intelligence
a number …
never a word
The writer
a halfwit
till viscerally heard
Tomato
tomatto
the pudding unproved
Empirical
nonsense
— the spirit unmoved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)