Waiting For Me

Still looking for that lost back road…

a lifetime spent to find

 

The one that’s waiting just for me,

to travel it sublime

 

It leads to my beginning,

every twist and every bend

 

To take me back inside myself

—all travel there to end

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

The Camel Threads

No off position

on the genius switch

 

No light

to then burn out

 

No cracks to form

on Leonardo’s bronze

 

No Frazier Ali

rout

 

The expectations

stretch beyond

 

What humanity

can span

 

The eye of the needle,

the camel threads

 

What always could

—still can

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Love Surrounds

Persuading you with

my verses

 

Never convincing you

with my yarn

 

Your heartstrings twist

in braided strands

 

To mend my spirit,

darned

 

All shouts have turned

to whispers

 

New melodies

resound

 

A phrase to dance

inside your head

 

As love

—each word surrounds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow, I’ll Get It Right

Drunk in Barstow,

waiting for a waitress,

who gets off at 2:00 a.m.

 

The crap game cleaned me,

two bums on the pool table,

 snoring like a train

 

Drunk in Barstow,

third time this month,

I just never seem to learn

 

The waitress said,

“My boyfriend’s gone,

truck’s on the road to Bern”

 

Drunk in Barstow,

on borrowed time,

the repo man at hand

 

I swear tomorrow

I’ll get it right,

tonight—any way I can

 

(Barstow California: July, 1991)

In The Wind

 God created distance,

so the wounded could go home

 

The searchers and the dreamers,

the ones born bound to roam

 

He then laid down the open plain,

below a towering sky

 

And set his voice into the wind

—for pilgrims such as I

 

(Villanova University: March, 2020)