The words taste like music
from worlds long ago
Each letter resavored
in harmonies old
Coming to harvest
their sweetness imbues
A cave for an orchard
in wall painted hues
Old symbols retilling
those questions inside
Reborn when discovered
then never to hide
The silos refilling
new birthrights to seed
Replanted within us
—a symphony freed
(The New Room: January, 2023)
Double parked
in a no-comment zone
A writer sat quiet
unheard and alone
Idling vacant
the needle on E
Silence impended
no crossing of T’s
Given to vagrancy
nothing else left
Sounds in the distance
begone and bereft
A Muse but a figment
of something not heard
His vacuous instant
—devoid of the word
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
The most lucid among us
admonish the period
A comma best chosen
inserted in time
Stopping for emphasis
the folly endemic
As thoughts need to flow
—forever sublime
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
When the assassins hunt the assassins
—all hell is enshrined
(Rewatching Apocalypse Now: January, 2023)
If some is good
more is better
Less is threatened
all enslaved
If more is reasoned
less is questioned
Good intentions
—hell repaved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
What are we but relics
of time gone by
Where painful encounters
stay undenied
The wounds may scar over
but never heal
As memory is martyred
its blood congealed
New skin tries to cover
what sutures can’t hide
Each moment recovered
a falsehood decried
With strength built on pillars
of fortunes disdain
From deep in the shadows
—our essence remains
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Numbers have a lasting smell
while figures have a taste
Shapes can make an ancient sound
whose feelings stay untraced
Intuition grants a wish
to those who rebegin
Dimension in the blackest hole
new dwarf stars from within
Counting up or counting down
deception stays the same
What you gain or what you lose
redundant in the game
Endings come and endings go
ephemerally despised
Until the sacrificial lamb
—bleats out the final lie
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
In darkness
we protect the light
In blindness
we perfect our sight
In battle
we secure the truce
In doubting
—we ensure our truth
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Memory has substance
for those athirst
a book never finished
whose pages reverse
Minute by minute
the moments burn
Igniting our history
whose ashes return
Memory’s sensation
beyond the five
Assuring our consciousness
we’re still alive
Formed in a vacuum
of fire and light
Stealing us inward
past seasons respite
Memory delivers
what stimulus feigns
A cloud in the desert
showering rain
Wrapping us tightly
in motion transformed
Buried within us
—keeping us warm
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
What is the age of reality
how many birthdays is that
Peaked hats and streamers wrapping the truth
candles relighting the facts
Wishing for the ultimate void
our consciousness offloaded clean
Clearing the way for the square root of now
—its present regifting the dream
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
An Anthology Of Perception 