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)
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)