Atheist or Pagan

which gets to dream

reasoning stilted

 spirits unseen

 

Rational narcissist

tribal taboos

if given the choice

it’s easy to choose

 

Atheist or Pagan

contrast to compare

the first in self-worship

—the second aware

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

People are people

—and a fool is but a fool

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Skeletons rule the attic,

 rooks have left the board

emptiness I can’t explain,

darkness untoward

 

Lapses in my memory,

lyrics left unsung

chasing all those things I’m not,

orphan on the run

 

Monday turns to Thursday,

Tuesday, Wednesday lost

time on fire, burning fast,

sanity the cost

 

One last chance for freedom,

pathway to the cliff

to jump into my deepest fear

—or sink in this abyss

 

(The New Room: February, 2022)

 

 

Seconds hunger

 days unweaned

compression fracture

broken dreams

 

Minutes uncounted

hours unnamed

 Humptiest Dumpty

in pieces again

 

Yahweh once spoken

reason besieged

tokens in exile

pagans to grieve

 

One for the money

two when it’s shown

oracle harlot

—cursed and dethroned

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

 

They wait till I sleep

and hide within

recalling old memories

and past chagrins

 

Those tracks untrodden

to walk again

each choice unchosen

—my dreams befriend

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

I am not

me

We are not

us

They are not

them

And here is not

there

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Death indicts you

seasons past

prophets marking

spells recast

Life remortgaged

debt remains

time indentured

—hope reclaimed

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Buried in the sand of ill regret,

a rifle washes free

Remembrance of a time when darkness coiled,

a snake of Russian greed

Its chambers empty, sights removed,

it could not, would not, fire

Perdition’s tide reclaiming fast

—its shame into the mire

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

Death twisted history,

guilts conferee

the liar unmasked

revenge by decree

 

His legions unfurling,

their flag through the smoke

the volunteers hailing,

preserving all hope

 

With dark days upon them,

no fear to be found

the women, the children,

in place underground

 

Around every corner,

behind every door

their liberty sacred,

today—evermore

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

 

Deep in the fountain

of life’s betrayal

My knife drank freely,

a last denial

With screams unanswered,

he tried to run

The first of many

—from Odessa’s son

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)