Ode To Bobby D’

The minute I say

what it means to me

It will never mean

something different to you

 

Words are like highways

they begin and they end

You can get on and get off

where you choose

 

If I tell you the mile marker

I travel the most

You may miss one

I still haven’t seen

 

If I break it apart

and then spell it all out

There’s no mileage left

— to wander and dream

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

 

 

Wastelands

Do I think

you can silence a poem

In a word

the answer is NO

 

Do I think

you can bridle a passion

You’d be better served

melting a stone

 

Do I think

you can marry tomorrow

Still married

to yesterday’s pain

 

Do I think

you can joyously wander

Locked in step

— with the devil again

 

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)