Art bridges the distance
between forever
and today
Crossing o’er the cosmos
of eternity
—relayed
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Art bridges the distance
between forever
and today
Crossing o’er the cosmos
of eternity
—relayed
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Bigger than every stage
she commanded
Greater than the sum
of her parts
Braver than the men
who adored her
Sharper than the image
—that endures
(Tribute To Hepburn-Bryn Mawr College: May, 2023)
The other side
of knowing
A padlocked world
of dreams
Whose key is tattooed
on my hope
Till opened
unredeemed
A treasure chest
of wisdom
Whose prescience
zero sum
Instinct crowned
in jewels of fire
Burning
—to become
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Makeup never hides the truth
the camera sees it all
Sharply focused through the pain
each mask a futile pall
As clowns embrace the actor’s fears
in painted frozen smiles
The farce goes on in word and song
—a masquerades denial
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
She was often better
but never good
Her virtue tainted
misunderstood
Her nights a mystery
each day in shame
The rumors spreading
each one to blame
The men who knew her
that man who left
Impassioned bookends
of time bereft
She was often better
yet often worse
Each day repeating
—tomorrow’s curse
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Let the moment continue
there’s no peace to make
no past to refight
or future at stake
Uncharted not lost
forever inbound
the instant repeating
—with memory refound
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
My ambitions elitist
reality bourgeois
My palate continental
taste buds still raw
My ambition ennobled
vocation unhailed
My reality sordid
—future travailed
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Gather your false prophets
and sycophants
Bury your heads
in the deepest sand
Tell the same lies
as you sing to the choir
Slave to the mirror
—and sleight of hand
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
He had more past
than future
his rope was
getting thin
The choices made
the debts he paid
lost time
the biggest sin
His memory out
for barter
to change that
yet to come
For one last chance
to do the dance
whose music
—zero sum
(The New Room: May, 2023)
In search of my shadow
in the torrent of kings
I wade through the current
of all other things
Alone treading water
my essence bemired
This river a dungeon
of banished desire
I reach out to grab it
it motions away
To outline my image
while swirling at bay
And not till I’m sinking
does it buoy my form
To chase was my folly
—now rescued reborn
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)