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)
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)
Tonight, I became my youngest son,
my oldest son now gone
My youth reframed, new joy proclaimed,
a lost returning song
Tonight, I became that little boy,
whose playpen sets me free
All toys reclaimed, no further blame
—to enter joyfully
(The New Room: January, 2022)
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Your memory found me wordless,
too mute to carry on
Trapped between old verbs and nouns,
silence for a song
With love a distant haunting,
we mime a tragic vow
What once we had… the good, the bad
—this quietude abounds
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Hard to love
—harder to know
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
You can burn a book,
but never burn its truth
The flames sear the meaning,
tattooed at the root
Dousing this sacrilege,
my felony went untried
Escaping with the Muse in tow
—a fugitive decried
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
What’s in a photograph
in reference to time
The events as portrayed
or what they call to mind
Focused on tomorrow,
the picture is lame
Its history frozen
—the future unframed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Religion
a prison…
to fence and restrain
Spoken
or written…
it tries to contain
What can’t
be conscripted
or coveted pure
The Presence
as given
—freely endures
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022).
The future hung desperately on to the past,
like a pilot fish to a whale
Swimming through the current of times gone by,
lost moments were impaled
The seconds ticked down, day blacker than night,
intention in denial
As deep in the din, voices cried from within
—eternity on trial
(The New Room: January, 2022)
The beginning and ending
are easy to see
The middle much harder
and masked by degree
It moves and it changes
from angle and scope
To keep you uneasy
—and married to hope
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)