Forty years of turmoil…
the top of the heap
The head of the table,
but nothing has changed
Consensus of endorsement,
accolades of exhaustion
Whose tracks have long faded
—regret in the wind
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Forty years of turmoil…
the top of the heap
The head of the table,
but nothing has changed
Consensus of endorsement,
accolades of exhaustion
Whose tracks have long faded
—regret in the wind
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
All the young Jews,
all the young Christians,
all the young Muslims,
debt to confuse
Abraham crying,
prophesy fading,
hellish debentures
—Heaven to lose
(The New Room: July, 2021)
Jello mold converts…
frozen believers
Trapped in plain sight,
their freedom to lose
Set in the form,
immobile and suspect
Hope locked in stillness
—unable to move
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Doing more with less,
I cut out the middle
Doing more with less,
all life from within
Doing more with less,
I qualified nothing
Doing more with less
—Nirvana begins
(The New Room: July, 2021)
Contagion of anxiety,
a blanketing wind
Deafening all
with the force of its emptiness
Reclaiming the silence
—in betrayals of fear
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Blanketing the curse
of separation
Distance covers memory
—to sleep inside the pain
(Dramsleep: July, 2021)
Spacetime but emergent,
the string on nature’s kite
Reeling in a looming giant
—beyond both day and night
(Amtrak R5: July, 2021)
The end, the beginning,
nearer than far
The middle a wasteland
—to banish and tar
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
His shadow moved like smoke,
released from the fire
Fading in the night air
—never to return
(Searching For Crazy Horse II: July, 2021)