That one final
bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
That one final
bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
“If thou wouldst
be my critic
Thou must
— wear my soul”
(Woodland Avenue Philadelphia: May, 1973)
Stealing from a thief
those phrases gone
Scales rebalance
words in song
Once recaptured
then released
The chorus joyful
— the world at peace
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Be home
when opportunity
knocks
Your door
left open
— lights aglow
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Trapped in a
ditch
on the highway
of life
Comings
were going
all motion
had gone
Till fates
saving whisper
in the ear
of tomorrow
Granted me
traction
in search
— of the dawn
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
You can’t destroy
a word
like vanquishing
an enemy
Its meaning cast
immortal
beyond
— victory or death
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
We could’ve
we would’ve
we should’ve
— but we didn’t
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Oh
to leave all chains
on top
of the mountain
Oh
to leave a world
setting
— everything free
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
I don’t know
what it is
I know
what it isn’t
Revealed
in the offing
An image
— takes form
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
He climbed atop
an oak on fire
Its sap transformed
by flames concealed
Each branch he passed
a year he traded
For what’s unseen
— by heat congealed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)