Only the dead
see an end
to war
Ashes to ashes
dust
keeping score
Only the living
revere
the dead
The past
in exile
—the future in dread
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Only the dead
see an end
to war
Ashes to ashes
dust
keeping score
Only the living
revere
the dead
The past
in exile
—the future in dread
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
What is the age
of reality itself
Older than
a metaphor
Unreferenced
on a shelf
What is the distance
unmeasured from within
Spoken of
but never seen
A poets
dying whim
What is time uncounted
as numbers lose their clout
The hourglass
returned to sand
An abacus
in doubt
What is love ungifted
but feelings’ last excuse
To roam unlinked
between the chains
And blame it
—on the Muse
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Of the many cures
—there is no cure
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The days are long
the years are short
as eternity
—whistles a tune
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Stubbing your toe
before feeling the pain
Two things that are separate
one thing that remains
The trauma unwelcome
its closure to bear
Stimulus birthing
—response in the air
(The New Room: November, 2023)
Patience
is only
for those
who have
time
The rest
left
to panic
jumping
the line
Sentience
metered
and charged
by the
hour
Despair
given
freely
among
—the most dour
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Oh
to be
a rock
guitarist
Oh
to be
forever
young
Oh
to travel
beyond
the fret board
Oh
to revel
in Heaven
strung
(Listening To Jeff Beck: December, 2023)
It wasn’t fate
—it just was
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Let go of your
hand grip
let go of
the past
Take fate as
a lover
betrothed
and recast
Your belt
and suspenders
restrict
and constrain
Release
your indemnity
free
—once again
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Condensing
eternity
into one word
Imploding
time
—and verse
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)