Turn out those horses
that came back without me
Honor their service
that carried me on
Turn out those horses
that strut in my absence
Dusted in silver
—my honor is strong
(Las Vegas: January, 2022)
Turn out those horses
that came back without me
Honor their service
that carried me on
Turn out those horses
that strut in my absence
Dusted in silver
—my honor is strong
(Las Vegas: January, 2022)
The genius of Robin Williams,
the prescience of Harry Nilsson
The magic of Brian Wilson,
the artistry of Nina Simone
Celebrity robbed them of their greatest gift,
the most treasured one of all
To live at peace within themselves
—a normal life recalled
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Unsupported website…
wingless flightless bird
Distant echo of keystrokes past
—lost abandoned words
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Daggers of enmity,
truth ill disposed
Faceless indemnity
—unspoken words
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Not welcoming death
but befriending its shadow
whose blanket I wear
in this carrying wind
The brother to life
who spawned all existence
his eyes are my wings
—flying into the night
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Can you grow old
with someone thirty years younger
Will you listen to music
without experiences attached
Can you look at her mother
and not see your old prom date
Will you laugh at her jokes
with the punch line unknown
Can you watch her enliven
as you worry in secret
Will you accept both her children
without rejecting your own
Can you tell her the truth
wrapped in lies of forgetting
Will you walk into the sunset
—still holding her hand
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Rodeo Poet,
bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed
(Las Vegas: December, 2021)
Your arms around a memory,
your heart around the past
your hope around tomorrow’s wish
—your present to recast
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
It’s always been different
and always the same
it’s all been anonymous
and all had a name
It’s had no beginning
and having no end
the truth lost in playing
this game of pretend
The magic in giving,
what’s been taken is lost
the price of the folly
exceeding its cost
And we search the horizon
never leaving the shore
the waves ever constant
now as then—and before
(The New Room: January, 2022)
You can’t fill your dry spots
out of a whisky bottle
Or chase away demons
with a dirty needle
Or change the future
pointing the finger of blame
The freedom within you
—the power to change
(The New Room: January, 2022)