Hitchhiking Angel,

twelve stringed harp,

wandering spirit

—Elk City wind

 

(Tucumcari New Mexico: January, 2019)

The farther away you get from your essence

—the longer your nights become

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

Overcoming myself,

I crowned the impossible

 

The weight finally lifted

—abandoning the throne

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

Spiritual draftsmen,

builders of walls

Demanding blind homage,

 tithes of false hope

 

Fortressing darkness,

ministering fear

Evangelist’s rumbling

—prophets who quake

 

(Rosemont College: July, 2021)

Death came to feast

on pride and ill intent

 

Leaving only bones

—the marrow sucked dry

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

Living at maximum RPM,

the world outside surrounds me

Setting traps and digging holes

to slow my motion down

 

I bob and weave, increasing speed,

the pitfalls deep and mighty

Hunted for the threat I pose

—their treadmills overwound

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: July, 2021)

Did time predate matter,

unto itself

 

Alive A Priori

—wholly indwelt

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

Burned

by the flame of

of his observation

 

Charred

by the memory

of a final wish

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

Reigning in his own demise,

the alcoholic stumbles

 

Falling from the ramparts high,

hard upon the ground

 

A monarchy of lost regret,

in anger’s shame he crumbles

 

Trapped inside a broken dream

—heartache’s thorny crown

 

(Rosemont College: July, 2021)

I’m willing to accept

that it’s all but a cloud

Memory behind me,

and draped in a shroud

 

I’m willing to accept

my fatality deemed

A portal indentured

—to dreams left undreamed

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)