Take the blue pill
and set your watch
Tell her it’s coming
libido recaught
(but)
Where is the magic
the moment belied
The thrill of the chase
— and hearing her sigh
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Take the blue pill
and set your watch
Tell her it’s coming
libido recaught
(but)
Where is the magic
the moment belied
The thrill of the chase
— and hearing her sigh
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Escape
for those in bondage
A vise
to break the chains
Its promise
burns the master
Whose riff
to light the flames
To dance
the steps of freedom
And leave
indentured rage
To heal
those lost and wanton
The Blues
— on center stage
(Kingston Mines Chicago: January, 2026)
Blues Poem # 21
I climbed in bed
to wait for death
the past
a fleeting memory
I pled the case
in my defense
whose verdict
found me guilty
My sentence cast
without appeal
a victim of
my trials
Alone to die
in hope belied
my condemnation
— final
(The New Room: January, 2026)
You can live
ad infinitum
until you die
but once
The end of all
beginning
a finality
that trumps
You can live
free of its power
but not beyond
its grip
The underside
of sentience
in shadows
— looming thick
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Oh, to look like him
Oh, to sail like him
Oh, to write like him
Oh, to fish like him
Oh, to paint like him
Oh, to sculpt like him
Oh, to act like him
— Oh, to be like him
(My Boyhood Hero: From the Greatest TV Show Ever – ‘Adventure’s In Paradise’ 1959 – 1962)
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Adam Troy
He chartered the Tiki
straight into my dreams
And captained my sleep
on far away seas
His heart never waivered
his nose in the wind
To young boys who loved him
— a hero and friend
(Gardner McKay As Adam Troy)
Adventures In Paradise 1959 – 1962
He who gives
to the needy
lends to
the Lord
What the moment
forgets
Heaven
remembers
Fortuitous
bounty
awaiting
us all
When giving
not taking
eternity
— tendered
(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
The Blues won’t ask
permission
as it infiltrates
your soul
Each riff a lesion
around your heart
each wail
heartbreak untold
The Blues wont grant
forgiveness
for those roads on which
you strayed
But the thing it wills
inside you
is the mojo
— that you play
(Kingston Mines: January, 2026)
Blues Poem #20
God
brought to children
in sorties of pain
Strictures
and scriptures
religion ordained
The wings
of an Angel
lie buried within
Iconoclasts
pawning
— original sin
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Until they find a cure
for avarice and greed
the just will stand alone
Until they combine
the system as caste
vicissitude sits on the throne
Until they end
starvation and blight
world hunger forever abides
Until their love
is retendered anew
— Ascension forever denied
(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
Trapped
in the machinery
enmeshing his pain
Orphaned on
the loading dock
of yesterday’s fame
Laden
with the icons
of perfidy’s haze
Wandering through
the desert
— of destiny’s maze
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)