How the world

should be

and isn’t

My choices

could

but don’t

 

What maybe

might

tomorrow voids

The spinning

vortex

—won’t

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

A Wolf Waits

 

Early one morning

reason escaped

And prescience went with it

unlocking the gate

Lights in the asylum

flicker and fade

The inmates grow restless

a deepening shade

Evening brought darkness

no stars in the sky

But nobody wondered

no questioning why

The moon simply vanished

a wolf waits to howl

All order disorder

—with thought disavowed

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 

 

Spinning The Cylinder

 

When does intelligence

turn on its host

Killing the patron

leaving a ghost

Russian roulette

in a game zero sum

Perception reloading

—acuity’s gun

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 

 

Quantum Leap

 

Life beyond numbers

images reign

Killing all reference 

lost in refrain

Gaming the theory

zeroing out

Counting symphonic

—Angels about

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Treat someone wrongly

 maybe survive

Treat them as stupid

bees leave the hive

Stinger’s protruding

vitals exposed

Phylaxis laid bare

—venom explodes

 

(The New Room: December, 2023)

Beyond The Nothingness

 

If the Universe vanishes

music remains

Each note but a memory

—forever refrained

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

 

 

The Treasure

 

Life as a system

sits proudly alone

Unlike any other

secure on the throne

 

Not physics mathematics

or music can steal

What living the treasure

—of nature conceals

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

 

 

Amor Est

 

How can you know it was love

—how can you not

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

 

 

There’s knowledge

in the world

for only

the captive

 

Insight

on the other

hand

prescient to roam

 

No ceiling

to happiness

but a floor

to sorrow

 

Direction

a vagrant

that goes

where it goes

 

Spoken

in cadence

our oaths

are rechanted

 

Carrying

voices

through moments

on loan

 

Traveling

together

in blind

expectation

 

Questions

awaiting

in freedoms

—unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Once spent …

there’s no tomorrow

 

Once spent …

all time is rife

 

Once spent …

your fortune tendered

 

Death’s currency

• —is life

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

God took a vacation

when time had run out

Rethinking his opus

replanning devout

 

His Angels in limbo

the devil on leave

Heaven a sublet

sin now reprieved

 

Faith worn and tattered

the bible debunked

Crusades a bad memory

the Grail marked as junk

 

He orders a cocktail

the waitress comes back

A napkin — her number

salvation highjacked

 

(The New Room: December, 2023)

Only the dead

see an end

to war

 

Ashes to ashes

dust

keeping score

 

Only the living

revere

the dead

 

The past

in exile

—the future in dread

 

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

What is the age

of reality itself

Older than

a metaphor

Unreferenced

on a shelf

 

What is the distance

unmeasured from within

Spoken of

but never seen

A poets

dying whim

 

What is time uncounted

as numbers lose their clout

The hourglass

returned to sand

An abacus

in doubt

 

What is love ungifted

but feelings’ last excuse

To roam unlinked

between the chains

And blame it

—on the Muse

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

 

 

Of the many cures

—there is no cure

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)