Some rocks you don’t turn over

some tales you never tell

 

Some lights you never throw the switch

—some broth you never chill

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

You’ll get where you’re going

—if you don’t go too fast

 

(Kit Carson: May, 1850)

After midnight

the pendulum stalls

Chimes to deaden

as darkness calls

A clanking chain

the haunt begins

Till daylight threatens

—the shadows dim

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

 

He was vulnerable

 only in the present

The past and future self-deposed

their fantasies atoned

Moments claim unto themselves

a singular refluence

Strength unnumbered past the count

—battle lines rezoned

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

She’s familiar…

ain’t that the blues

 

(The Main Point: March, 1972)

Unholy heretic

your relics despoil

Augustine in tears

—embracing the shame

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

 

God without religion

truth without command

Salvation beyond what’s been decreed

—faith in His remand

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

 

 

Swords belong

to those who wield them

Peace a dream

to those still sleeping

Wisdom lost

to visions promise

Blood the signature

—on heaven’s gate

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

The shorter the sentence

the greater the impact

Its focus unchallenged

—its meaning refined

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

 

Unwriting each poem

word by word

My thoughts again

—pristine

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)