The Deep Emptiness

In the information age,

we know too much about each other

Too much good and too much bad,

that sets our minds to wander

No longer touching what we once loved,

no longer finding what we once held in our arms

No longer listening to the sweet voice of mystery

that charmed the deep emptiness

 —which now intervenes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

To Ken Kesey & Neal Cassady

If lost in yourself,

there’s no need to be found

 

As the self-disenfranchised,

circle around

 

They question and lecture,

and spew out their grief

 

To lure you within,

their false broken beliefs

 

“You really don’t get it, man,”

they sing from their bus

 

They say “You’re unhip”

and “You need to be us”

 

The chanting of laughter

they march to inane

 

Where a prank on themselves

—waits in drug induced shame

 

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)