Proof in the abstract
as far as it goes
Ninety-nine cents to the dollar,
the penny to know
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Proof in the abstract
as far as it goes
Ninety-nine cents to the dollar,
the penny to know
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
The secret unlocked,
to stay or to leave
Each mystery unsolved
—a memory bereaved
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Poetry…
not about the words
but how the words were born
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
Paper may burn,
but vision lives on
In ashes of memory
—and words to a song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: July, 2021)
Pandering both sides against the middle,
duplicity won the day
To neither stand nor then be chased,
the coward has his way
Stealing the peace, betraying the war,
to live is then to die
The one from the many, the many now lost
—shame the binding tie
(Ronald McDonald House: June, 2021)
Breathing in
the smell of your memory
My eyes gently close
—the fantasy real
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
A temporary truth
—fleeting denial
(Dreamsleep: June)
Every time you make a new friend,
I make a new enemy
Every time you swear that you won’t,
my world falls apart
Every time you say it’s the last,
my grief is reborn
Every time I look in your eyes
—the future is lost
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Trouble melts
in the fire of emergency
all reasons in ashes
—the moment ablaze
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
In most things a fledgling
to some degree
A novice at love
and what’s not to be
Indentured forever
beyond my leave
And only an expert
—at being me
(The New Room: June, 2021)