An image recaptured
in meadow and field
Her fragrance escaping
–to wander and yield
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
An image recaptured
in meadow and field
Her fragrance escaping
–to wander and yield
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
Where would we be without the matter
of emptiness
What space would we reside in,
all things by degree
Emptiness as real as the matter
it contains
Perhaps even more
—as it first came to be
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
When the final act of courage
is gone
—all you have left is hope
(30th Street Station: May, 2021)
She took her pain
and wrapped it around my heart,
tying us together in a misery
—from which we would never part
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
The riff smiled first,
as the raff smiled back
Each knowing the other,
the white from the black
“They’ll never accept us,”
they both would exclaim
“The ‘grays’ have the mantle,
defiled and profane”
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
Running away
from the impossible…
Truth,
the last thing that’s caught
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
Like wine,
these older days
are vintage
Aging,
as each days number
declines
Ripe
in the tannin
of what remains
Rich
in the sweetness
of time now past
The vines
to wither
—in memory lost
(The New Room: May, 2021)
All Hail Caesar,
the conquering wind
A force of nature
that gusts within
Cities crumble
and empires fall
The shadow of Rome
—covering all
(The New Room: May, 2021)
Everyone is brave
inside the café
Tall glasses of courage,
fear toasting itself
The sound of the motors,
the drape of the muleta
A court full of jesters
—reliving the lie
(Amtrak To 30th Street: May, 2021)
Too much honor
kills with impunity
The intrepid among us
—perdition surrounds
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)