The end, the beginning,

nearer than far

 

The middle a wasteland

—to banish and tar

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

His shadow moved like smoke,

released from the fire

 

Fading in the night air

—never to return

 

(Searching For Crazy Horse II:  July, 2021)

Proof in the abstract

as far as it goes

Ninety-nine cents to the dollar,

the penny to know

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

The secret unlocked,

to stay or to leave

 

Each mystery unsolved

—a memory bereaved

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

Poetry…

not about the words

but how the words were born

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

Paper may burn,

but vision lives on

 

In ashes of memory

—and words to a song

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: July, 2021) 

Pandering both sides against the middle,

duplicity won the day

To neither stand nor then be chased,

the coward has his way

Stealing the peace, betraying the war,

to live is then to die

The one from the many, the many now lost

—shame the binding tie

 

(Ronald McDonald House: June, 2021)

Breathing in

the smell of your memory

 

My eyes gently close

—the fantasy real

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

A temporary truth

—fleeting denial

 

(Dreamsleep: June)

Every time you make a new friend,

I make a new enemy

 

Every time you swear that you won’t,

my world falls apart

 

Every time you say it’s the last,

my grief is reborn

 

Every time I look in your eyes

—the future is lost

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)