A Fresh Breath

Never trying to cheat the reader,

my words stay plain and few

 

The road direct, horizon vast,

as truth comes into view

 

Each word unclaimed, a promise kept,

the wait your reasoned choice

 

To breathe the future from the past

—this present freshly voiced

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

False Time Belies

‘Yesterday was always better’

a convenience of the past

 

A place to store what got away

those things that didn’t last

 

‘Tomorrow may be better again’

as we hope against the tide

 

While the present slips away unseen

—its gift false time belies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Concrete Jungles

There’s a wildness to a city

that wilderness doesn’t have

 

In closeness—an isolation

as tenants stalk their paths

 

The repetition of wanton avarice

pits dog and dog upon dog

 

The knife edge of the skyscrapers

cutting the residents into cogs

 

There’s a fierceness to the streets

the rockiest trail can never match

 

A menace looms inside their shadows

impossible to catch

 

Hidden death within the gridlock

as nature disappears

 

A violence calling from within

—only city dwellers hear

 

(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)

Hunted By A Lie

Did you find the exact life you wished for,

do you have the money you craved

 

Did you find they were not the same at all

once that final purchase was made

 

Are you feeling nothing but emptiness

sitting here disillusioned and alone

 

Have the mirrors all been taken down

—stark reminders of the falsehood you’ve known

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)