The essence of fashion
is ephemera
Emotion and change
dancing cheek to cheek
The top of the mountain,
a revolving door
Those fifteen minutes…
some to lose—some to gain
(The New Room: October, 2020)
The essence of fashion
is ephemera
Emotion and change
dancing cheek to cheek
The top of the mountain,
a revolving door
Those fifteen minutes…
some to lose—some to gain
(The New Room: October, 2020)
The Shadow hovers…
as I wake
from my sleep
Respreading its
shroud
from a future once bleak
Its darkness portends
what fear
seeks to end
All memory entombed,
as wishes
pretend
(Ashwood Manor: October, 2020)
Life is the culmination
—of many small things
(Dreamslseep: October, 2020)
Is consciousness different than having a soul,
reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled
Does the magic within us begin and then end,
finite conscription—one lifetime to spend
And if unrelated, then what lies between
what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream
Till that final unveiling where death at last shows
the truth of the matter—that nobody knows
(Villanova University: October, 2020)
Hours screaming,
futures pleading,
eternity portends
Voices crying,
souls denying
—as darkness comes again
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Why would I question,
why would I care
Why would I venture,
why would I dare
Why would I set out
for places unknown
If not to find something
—my life has unshown
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Centennial masterpiece,
numbers subtract
The prize in the wandering,
years drifting back
Memory indentured,
the sour and sweet
Pointing me inward
—a timeless retreat
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
I offered two nickels,
she demanded a dime
It wasn’t enough,
her anger declined
“Can’t you make change,”
she then shouted aloud
And while counting my failures,
her voice reendowed
But the count was undone,
all divisors were shunned
My offerings
attacked
With her vault locking down,
and my ledger unbound
The numbers red
—not black
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Capsules of time…
no beginning or end
The view from without,
the view from within
Defining the space,
transporting the hours
Moment by moment
—again and again
(Haverford College: October, 2020)
Sued three times…
your wrath indicts
Prostate, throat,
and kidney cites
Each time you threatened:
“This is the end”
I wasn’t ready,
mistried again
I kept my counsel
and shut you out
The jury hung
to scream and shout
Your will or mine,
it’s zero sum
I still live on
—three verdicts shunned
(In Tribute: October, 2020)