If I ask you …
“How Does A Watch Work”
And you say …
“Keep An Eye On The Time”
The anecdote preying
answer naysaying
Pathway to reason
— unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
If I ask you …
“How Does A Watch Work”
And you say …
“Keep An Eye On The Time”
The anecdote preying
answer naysaying
Pathway to reason
— unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
In his
indecision
he changed
again
Only to
become more
of what he had
— never been
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Justification
of illusion
the surface
unsure
Each step
poorly taken
new death
— to allure
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Wandering off
drifting hither and yon
Stumbling without purpose
through maddening throngs
Askant in reflection
devoid of all thought
The badlands awaiting
— eternity fraught
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
When I got to Heaven
the gates were listing
a ‘going out of business’
sale
The Angels on clearance
Saints on deep markdown
Grace and the Cherubs
e-tailed
When I got to Heaven
the Devil in line
waiting to go in
and buy
His credit card ready
Cerberus in tow
the damned and the wicked
— behind
(The New Room: January, 2025)
Eavesdropping
the liars
where poison is stirred
Their message
rings toxic
the future interred
Foreboding
forsaking
all hope is unstrung
While deaf
to the mantra
— where truth waits unsung
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Hiding behind
each veil of deception
a reckoning awaits
Looming above
the sea of destruction
a fugitive of fate
Grasping for breath
on the edge of tomorrow
the future air most thin
Plaguing the weak
adrift in their sorrow
— the DNA of sin
(The New Room: January, 2025)
Today
is in context
Tomorrow
is not
The moment
held captive
The future
uncaught
To be
unbegotten
No birth
and no death
The present
resplendent
No last
— dying breath
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Conspicuous
by his absence
Entrenched
in his abeyance
Condemned
in his reluctance
All feelings
askant
Forgiveness
but a carrot
From a garden
long estranged
Those closest
to his exit point
Bereft
— and unclaimed
(Villanova University: January, 2025)
When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound
The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound
(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)