My Indulgent Refrain

The better the words

  formed

 

The meaner they

  became

 

       ‘free and alive

       and stirred from the bottom

 

      ‘hidden and denied

       in moments of pain’

 

Taking on new life

  they glare and they scowl

 

Staring back from the mirror

  —my indulgent refrain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

The Final Harvest

Those drunken nights and barroom fights

 now seed my fallowed ground

 

Where women spurned and lovers churned

 rule memory’s lost and found

 

Those wasted days and sleepless years

 like wine have aged within

 

Fermenting each unwritten page

  —reharvesting my sins

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Is Your Aria Born Alone

Is it first the

Music

And then the

Words

Or do the

Words

Come first?

Elton John says it

Works

Either way

Bob Dylan’s

Words create

The meaning

That Ray Charles

And

Jimi Hendrix

Explode

Is all timing

Real

Or just

Imagined?

Is the structure

True or

False?

Do your words

Beget the

Melody

Or is your

Aria

 —born alone?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)