Sleep Well My Love

At the far end of the casket,

his girlfriend hugged his wife


And told her she was sorry,

that she had tried to steal her life


Their tears then ran in unison,

for a man who loved them both


The years they shared now testament,

to a choice he left unspoke


They never met before this day,

and would never meet again


But each knew well the other,

and they almost felt like friends


The mistress left, the children wept,

and the grandchildren played outside


As his wife looked down, saying: “Your hell has passed,

sleep well my love—goodbye”


(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Falling Petals

Asking for support and not your agreement,

I looked into your eyes


Seeing rejection, a stare blank and cold,

all connection was untied


Words became hollow, our rose only thorns,

a new distance did we share


Alone while together, the ending in sight

—reality laid bare


(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Time Bandit

Has the future made a profit

by selling out your dreams


Marking up expectations,

closing out self esteem


Interest bearing hopes uncashed,

wishes in arrears


Creditors loom, the past foreclosed

—tomorrow paid in tears


(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)


If something isn’t true,

is it necessarily false


By the polarized abstraction,

are we blinded to recourse


In the either or equation

and the depths of zero sum


Is all meaning trapped forever

—inside this web we’ve spun


(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)