A thousand answers
one last question
— why
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
A thousand answers
one last question
— why
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
You can’t close the door
that opens inside
Or bottle the morrow
today seeks to hide
You can’t erase feelings
like words on a page
Or trap a new lover
— with yesterday’s cage
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
That voice
from the wilderness
Nearer
than far
Close distant
reminder
We are
— who we are
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Looking Back
One final look
one final stare
The face looking back
the face of despair
One final time
one final shout
Reflection an echo
— reflection a rout
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Jumping The Shark
You can’t time a moment
by counting out loud
Or cross the horizon
not leaving the crowd
Or relive a memory
retention unclear
Or keep the Muse captive
— as silence draws near
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Spitting into the ocean
hoping it would rise
Wrapped in the flag of tomorrow’s retreat
the past and its minions reprise
One more straw on the hay pile
not worth a tinker’s damn
Wishing and hoping with my last breath
to free the words
— I am
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Apocalypse kindles
relighting the fire
Malignant denominators
melt from above
Savior disdained
pontificate’s stain
Tomorrow endemic
— in nuclear love
(The New Room: March, 2024)
A lotta times
it ain’t good
and it ain’t bad
— it’s what it is
(Blue Front Café: August, 1969)
Commercial success
the lie of tomorrow
Wrapped in the death
— of today
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Transmuting the past
denying the future
Reliving the moment
— time after time
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Shooting my classmate’s brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
— each headstone marks the lie
(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)
Are you willing to shoulder
the burden that was left
by those no longer heard
To write those things
they never wrote
inspired by their every word
To take that next step
they never took
to reach beyond their grasp
Clearing the way for those unborn
to pick up the mantle
— embracing the past
(The New Room: March, 2024)