The wingless eagle

went to the party of the owls

with his own wisdom

Intimidating the impostors

of the night

with his past glory

Exposing the shadows

of their dark indulgence

—with a killers eye

(Stone Harbor New Jersey: January, 1992)

Divorce not an option,

vows to remain

 

The altar enmired,

betrothal reclaimed

 

Children all lettered,

their offspring to spin

 

My nuptials enduring

—faithful within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Are you rapacious with your poetry,

avaricious in your verse

 

Covetous of those words you read,

jealous—maybe worse

 

Do your thoughts deceive with what you write,

does bad intention rule the day

 

Those tracks you leave, the trap you’ve set

—with you the final prey

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

At odds with myself,

those things you see

 

Eyes looking out

—feelings within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

The furniture of my youth,

 bed posts of desire

 

Armoire of a future wish

—hope chest of dreams

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Hiding in the middle class,

I made my way through life

 

Looking like I had it made,

no struggle and no strife

 

Others couldn’t see it,

as it metastasized inside

 

A terminal metamorphosis

—hidden from your eyes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Standard bearer,

above the fray

 

Others follow,

trackless fields

 

Trailing echo’s,

dead and gone

 

Then tomorrow

—tomorrow then

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Clothed in fraud,

his disguise supreme

 

Frightening listeners,

confusion schemed

 

His world inside,

a caldera waits

 

Armageddon trembling

—the hour late

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Maintaining his distance,

Dylan felt safe

 

A musical drifter

not born for one place

 

His words once released,

to live on their own

 

The road calling windward

—far from his home 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

 

Bridging the gap…

hate falling away

 

Into the chasm,

fate tightens the stays

 

Forging two armies,

to now fight as one

 

Entreating their union

—Saint Michael has come

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)