I drift
into the mirror
chasing eyes
that once were mine
And leave behind
the futile wish
in memory
confined
The silver backing
traps my fear
releasing
what’s been hidden
As I become
divorced from time
resighted
— and regiven
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
If you hang out fresh meat
the wolves will come
Once they have eaten
the faster they run
Blood from their fangs
remarking the trail
Where vermin can hide
— to attack and impale
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity shifts
once the apples are rotten
Direction a ruse
of misguided fruition
Where searchers take flight
— in a new convolution
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
By courting with death
we validate life
The deeper the fall
— the sweeter the height
(El Capitan, Yosemite: June 2017)
There are only two kinds
of people
the Chilean poet said …
the innocent
— and the living
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
The merciless poacher
his larceny quells
Shooting wherever
the desperate dwell
Leaving to rot
what his vengeance can’t steal
Stalking and preying
the weakest revealed
Stirring up warnings
and ghosts from the past
Damning his nature
and future aghast
Hanging his conquests
on walls that defame
That last spot for him
— dark trophy of shame
(The New Room: December, 2025)
Poetry …
the desperate
exercise
of the socially wracked
Feigning with
words
what their confidence
lacks
Imploring
the reader
to embrace
and befriend
One step
from the needle
the bullet
— the end
(Rereading Kerouac: November, 2025)
Whispering rainbows
thundering skies
Canyons majestic
deserts on fire
Snow covered passes
vows to renew
The altar awaits
— Grand Teton in view
(Wind River Pass: November, 2025)
Hearing in colors
my Grandson inspired
Painting his vision
for those who aspire
To see what most can’t
to hear what they miss
What the world calls a problem
— he treats as a gift
(From Braden: November, 2025)
With the cards
you’re dealt
you play
your hand
To shock
the dealer
of fate’s
— command
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
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