Today a Poet needs to cast
a hook with many tines
To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep
with cautionary lines
These days a Poet needs an edge
much sharper than before
To cut through all the excess flesh
— and save the metaphor
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Has beens
and hopefuls
Poseurs
and scribes
Wings of
detachment
Losers
and lies
Fated
direction
Choices
on file
Lost in
the moment
Destiny’s
— child
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
The hotter the flame
— the brighter the light
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Running off
to somewhere else
the past tracks
close behind
Its shadow looming
steps in place
while preying
to remind
That time pursues
the fleetest man
with doggedness
and ire
To kindle each
mistaken step
into a raging
— fire
(The New Room: December, 2025)
Greatness
spawn’s reincarnation
like the dawn
rebirths the sun
Alexander
Patton, and Churchill sleep
but woken
rebecome
When destiny calls
the greatest rise
to battle
zero sum
And stem the tide
before the flood
on shores of victory
— won
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
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)
