From here to eternity,
breakfast to lunch
The distance bespoke,
new hole card to punch
As yards change to meters,
fruition in sight
All travel inherent
—day changing to night
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
From here to eternity,
breakfast to lunch
The distance bespoke,
new hole card to punch
As yards change to meters,
fruition in sight
All travel inherent
—day changing to night
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
The story of a Poet,
more tragic than his words
What then in fact his deeds conscript
—his writing leaves infirm
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
To never make a lot of friends,
though enemies were scarce
And keeping both arm’s length away,
my words alone repaired
Splitting the difference tween comrade and foe,
the measurement obscured
One to the other, together as one
—my loneliness endured
(Berkshires: January, 2015)
Bravery and recklessness
riding together
Death as the arbiter
—glory abused
(Crow Agency Montana: July, 2009)
Your form is strong,
but your content is weak
Desire flowing,
experience meek
Trying to fake it
with meter and rhyme
Words never ripen
—green apples in time
(Dream Sleep: March, 2021)
Fear exposes the underside
of courage
The weakest point of strength
—a darker shade of truth
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
I stole from myself,
never paying me back,
rich in the spoils of war
Identity gone,
the body count total
—larcenous guilt to endure
(The New Room: March, 2021)
When time overcomes memory,
and vision retracts
The past sits in judgment,
its verdict exact
With yesterday’s reason,
tomorrow to blame
All hope left in ashes
—truth mourning the flame
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
When the world was small
my heroes were big
living on a 12’’ screen
the telephone operator knew me by name
when the party line was open and free
on Tuesdays it was the bread man
on Wednesdays came meat
Friday mornings the Fuller Brush man rang twice
Saturdays were baseball, bleacher seats for a buck
and on Sunday to church on my bike
when on Monday the Nun asked where the black eye was from
I smiled and said “ran into a door”
while all the while knowing this was the time of my life
—a time when the world was so small
(Conshohocken Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
If I could then be with you,
only in my mind
Your memory a lover’s tryst
—in dreams again to find
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)