Violence though not always evil
—the love of violence is
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Violence though not always evil
—the love of violence is
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
The past and the future
fold into the present
Conceptually vacant
twice empty refrains
No before and no after
perpetually frozen
The ice of indenture
—this moment contains
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Thou asks how far the wind blows
in fact I cannot tell
Or then how high the heavens
my prayers deep in the well
Thou asks if love comes truly
to one in greatest need
My answer spoken duly
of romance undecreed
Thou asks if truth be spoken
or written timeless down
My speech in patterns broken
unlettered and unfound
Thou asks if time be measured
beyond the last refrain
This moment hides the answer
—of that I can proclaim
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
The end layers over the beginning
in contours of time
Blanketing the middle
in consorts of connection
Rescuing the lost from themselves
—saving the foundling’s parade
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
A Romantic is always afraid deep inside
expectations will never come true
Chasing a mirage that stays beyond reach
waiting and hoping in lieu…
A Romantic betroths those lies of the heart
in amorous moments to roam
Wooing a dream that’s jilted by sleep
to wander, to wonder—alone
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
The frontier of violence
strange land of our making
Wilderness of bones and blood
—buried in our fear
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
When what in essence changes
the ground beneath you shakes
No longer can you take for granted
four plus four is eight
When daylight turns to madness
each shadow undermines
What faith has borne and left forlorn
—clocks no longer chime
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: September, 2022)
A city without streets…
a pain in the memory
Like an amputated limb
still aching at night
A city without people
a bane on existence
Their shadows to wander
—down avenues unnamed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Easier to run the risk of death
than ridicule damned
Easier to face an army of men
than a single man
Easier to write a thousand lines
than only one
Easier to quote the wisest sage
—than self become
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Not alive enough to die…
lost between a heartbeat
and the bitter end
His spirit wept for
tomorrow
and for yesterday
Mourning all the
buried visions
—of what might have been
(The New Room: September, 2022)