The channel seemed open,
but the tuner was stuck
Its dial had frozen,
mixed static and such
The instructions were missing,
and the knobs wouldn’t turn
Its transmission now distant
—all frequency burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The channel seemed open,
but the tuner was stuck
Its dial had frozen,
mixed static and such
The instructions were missing,
and the knobs wouldn’t turn
Its transmission now distant
—all frequency burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Vision is to
art
As grace is to
the soul
Not one
without the other
Blanket
against the cold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
I loved her,
for as long as I liked her
But when I stopped liking her
—the loving stopped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Married to introspection,
we left for Paris
And with fools and dilettantes,
got carried away
Living on melancholy,
our quarter was poor
The Seine’s romance but fiction
—our fantasies played
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Sleeping with Laura
and not making love
Lost in her aura
and thoughts from above
Sleeping with Laura
virginity chaste
A feeling impregnates
—the blame heaven laced
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
High caliber verse,
the cartridge hand loaded
A new target centered,
all focus then squared
Its barrel’s been filled
with red molten fury
Whose trigger awaits
—a desperate will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Self, Free Will, and Love…
today’s three illusions of life
Without just one our lives negate,
a charlatan’s delight
For the Self to Love most Freely,
this Holy Trinity must preside
What Plato ordained and Kant reframed
—modern thought tries most to hide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Is freedom a mere habit
or by will prescribed
Are our actions predetermined
or self applied
Is consciousness a desert
or paradise unclaimed
Each thought an oasis
—watering truth’s refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Never writing for the unholy dollar,
but that kid in a hundred years
When the world has irrevocably changed,
and lies are all one hears
If he could happen to chance upon my words,
just once while searching blind
Then my humble verse would breathe new life
—within his ears to find
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Divorcing the Muse,
her property demands were high
The alimony my insight,
leaving me speechless, high and dry
Once the papers were signed,
it was the last I was to write
Visitation denied
—monthly support payments in light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)