Transcending the light of reason,

can words do more than wait

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Call me a Poet,

but I’m just a writer

these words that I breathe

respoken much later

Call me a Poet,

my couplets in rhyme

each stanza to shorten

with meaning sublime

Call me a Poet,

my retinue sounder

to live by the moment

my squares getting rounder

Call me a Poet,

I’ll call you the same

if one phrase you’ll tender

—attached to your name

 

(The New Room: March, 2022)

 

 

Time in degrees,

degrees of time

the horse or the cart,

position sublime

 

Hours sans minutes,

seconds besieged

mirage of attachment

—horizon to free

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

It was never a question

but just a reminder

a sacrificed memory

of what used to be

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)

“I don’t splain myself,”

Bill Hickok said

before his Colts went off

A dead man lying

at his feet

—his legend time embossed

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

The road to power

is mined with uncertainty

each step a commitment

—to live or to die

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Piecing it together

for a second time

the result was not the same

 

The years had altered

the way each piece fit

a strange familiar game

 

Instinct overwriting

what memory lost

the picture starts to clear

 

My past and future

now conjoined

—as moments reappear

 

(The New Room: March, 2022)

Ichor running through her veins

All blood is pushed aside

Her eyelids shut, her heart on ice

My fate she would decide

 

Wilted romance, rotting vines

Garden left in thorns

A lonely rose from last years bloom

Bent over in her scorn

 

New seeds unplanted, sterile lay

Her cold impounds the soil

To blow within a fallow lust

Abandoned there to toil

 

With one more look, beyond all hope

My vision love impaired

Her verdict guilty, poison laid

—in blindness I despair

 

(Longwood Gardens: February, 2022)

He had more talent

than execution

His well overflowing

no buckets to contain

Deep from the visuvial

a fountain’s raging torrent

Drowning his intention

—flooding mountain to plain

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Fate the end game

time is fleeting

Moments pass

hate unleashing

Choices lost

reason stalls

Darkness calling

—hell enthralled

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)