Do nothings
wth tenure
poseurs sublime
Their barrels
sit empty
coated
with lime
The space
they take up
much better off
closed
For those
they have
poisoned
— Hades to know
(Haverford College: April, 2024)
Do nothings
wth tenure
poseurs sublime
Their barrels
sit empty
coated
with lime
The space
they take up
much better off
closed
For those
they have
poisoned
— Hades to know
(Haverford College: April, 2024)
Not an academic
Poet
Not a tenement
Poet
Not a beat or a blues
or a church Poet
Not a famous or infamous
or celebrity Poet
Not an Irish or Basque
or Welsh Poet
Not a formal
Poet
Not a casual
Poet
Not the kind that takes
to the stage Poet
Not a tenured or membered
or club Poet
Not a for profit or glory
or fame Poet
… just a Poet
(The County Line: April, 2024)
The gravity
of space
The gravity
of time
Forging
perspectives
Relative
in kind
Newtonian
dogma
At sixteen
he knew
By curving
the axis
It changes
— the view
(The New Room: April, 2024)
Complexity wrapped
in simpler terms
Untying its ribbon
— freeing the words
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
The arrogance
of conscription
the blasphemy
of denial
Abraham
shouting high above
to dam
the bloody Nile
We speak with words
deceptive
to try and steal
the peace
As blasphemy
that self destructs
in arrogance
— repeats
(The New Room: March, 2024)
She whispers in the night
to waiting dreamers
She whispers in the night
where tears have shed
She whispers in the night
to hearts abandoned
She whispers in the night
— and wakes the dead
America’s
faded glory
the polo field
reminds
Of years
of fleeting greatness
and hopes that lived
in kind
A child walks
the ball field
where ponies
used to tread
With memories
buried deep below
their grandeur
— all but dead
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Heaven
has no doorbell
Salvation
has no ring
The call redemptive
from inside
Where Angels
— flock to sing
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
Able to take change
in smaller increments …
the total overwhelms
The pieces digested
in tiny fragments
absconding from the realm
— Breaking it down —
taming the maelstrom
hail turns into rain
The whole reemerging
inside my becoming
transforming me again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Living in the zoo
hunting in the jungle
Dying in the space between
— buried in the past
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)