Jester In Transit

Bending a breaking point

rupturing time

Eons of history

skirting the line

 

Paradox native

our true D.N.A.

Truth as a concept

forever in play

 

Yessing and noing   

transfixed in between

The jester in transit

all canons demeaned

 

Freeing the moment

 the first wedded last

a twist to the turning

—where memory contrasts

 

(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)

Empty Barrels

Is most of your life spent

alone in the dark

Hiding from rainbows

in colorless spite

The sun waits a mistress

the evening a whore

That paid by the hour

exposes your blight

 

Professing in earnest

those things you don’t know

Whose pontification

a mask that conceals

What others see clearly

fate not to deceive

Delusion and bluster

—your folly revealed

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)