The Shepherd

The staff of my Father enjoining the past

futurity’s herding a bleating morass

The bloodline of orphans forever is linked

tattooing the flock with invisible ink

The first time the last time when nearing the end

tomorrow’s ungifted excuses portend

And times better nature is better untimed

 beginning and ending forever conjoined

Eternity’s fenceposts hem in with disdain

all future inclemency fire and rain

But just as that last final sheep stays unsold

— my Father returns to re-shepherd the fold

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Silver Hues

A Hall of Mirrors

 ill conceived

With dark reflections

to deceive

From front or back

and side to side

Each look impounds

what time proscribes

 

Were you looking in

or looking out

When Alice voiced

her final shout

A dozen clonings

a thousand views

The glass your jailer

— in silver hues

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

A Language Affair

Do you write

pretty words

with a message

unchanged

 

Does intent

leave you vacant

the darkness

sustained

 

Do you ponder

and flirt

in a language

affair

 

Do you kiss

and then tell

without promise

or care

 

Do you vow

to do better

with love

on reprieve

 

Does your heart

leave you jilted

next breath

— to deceive

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)