Piecing it together
for a second time
the result was not the same
The years had altered
the way each piece fit
a strange familiar game
Instinct overwriting
what memory lost
the picture starts to clear
My past and future
now conjoined
—as moments reappear
(The New Room: March, 2022)
Ichor running through her veins
All blood is pushed aside
Her eyelids shut, her heart on ice
My fate she would decide
Wilted romance, rotting vines
Garden left in thorns
A lonely rose from last years bloom
Bent over in her scorn
New seeds unplanted, sterile lay
Her cold impounds the soil
To blow within a fallow lust
Abandoned there to toil
With one more look, beyond all hope
My vision love impaired
Her verdict guilty, poison laid
—in blindness I despair
(Longwood Gardens: February, 2022)
He had more talent
than execution
His well overflowing
no buckets to contain
Deep from the visuvial
a fountain’s raging torrent
Drowning his intention
—flooding mountain to plain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Fate the end game
time is fleeting
Moments pass
hate unleashing
Choices lost
reason stalls
Darkness calling
—hell enthralled
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Atheist or Pagan
which gets to dream
reasoning stilted
spirits unseen
Rational narcissist
tribal taboos
if given the choice
it’s easy to choose
Atheist or Pagan
contrast to compare
the first in self-worship
—the second aware
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
People are people
—and a fool is but a fool
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Skeletons rule the attic,
rooks have left the board
emptiness I can’t explain,
darkness untoward
Lapses in my memory,
lyrics left unsung
chasing all those things I’m not,
orphan on the run
Monday turns to Thursday,
Tuesday, Wednesday lost
time on fire, burning fast,
sanity the cost
One last chance for freedom,
pathway to the cliff
to jump into my deepest fear
—or sink in this abyss
(The New Room: February, 2022)
Seconds hunger
days unweaned
compression fracture
broken dreams
Minutes uncounted
hours unnamed
Humptiest Dumpty
in pieces again
Yahweh once spoken
reason besieged
tokens in exile
pagans to grieve
One for the money
two when it’s shown
oracle harlot
—cursed and dethroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
They wait till I sleep
and hide within
recalling old memories
and past chagrins
Those tracks untrodden
to walk again
each choice unchosen
—my dreams befriend
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
I am not
me
We are not
us
They are not
them
And here is not
there
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
An Anthology Of Perception 