Some came home…

but never came back

 

Some came back…

but never came home

 

Caught between

forever

 

And what forever

—had disowned

 

(Vietnam Veterans Memorial: March, 2020)

To be,

Or not to be

A Poet…

 

Who’s to say,

Who’s to know

—who’s to really care

 

(Dreamsleep: March, February)

Drunk in Barstow,

waiting for a waitress,

who gets off at 2:00 a.m.

 

The crap game cleaned me,

two bums on the pool table,

 snoring like a train

 

Drunk in Barstow,

third time this month,

I just never seem to learn

 

The waitress said,

“My boyfriend’s gone,

truck’s on the road to Bern”

 

Drunk in Barstow,

on borrowed time,

the repo man at hand

 

I swear tomorrow

I’ll get it right,

tonight—any way I can

 

(Barstow California: July, 1991)

The wound bleeds free

—that kills the angry heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

From My Novel ‘Falling Into The Darkness’

If I could start back over fresh,

a songwriter I’d be

 

The words inside the music,

in joyful harmony

 

If I could greet the dawn again,

I’d pick up the guitar

 

And strum my way into the night

—toward that distant star

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 God created distance,

so the wounded could go home

 

The searchers and the dreamers,

the ones born bound to roam

 

He then laid down the open plain,

below a towering sky

 

And set his voice into the wind

—for pilgrims such as I

 

(Villanova University: March, 2020)

 

If not in memory’s service,

do we still write the words

 

To leave the past unledgered

—and by token paid

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Silver lining,

 pouch of gold

 

Last remittance,

 past unsold

 

Blessing tendered,

pearl gateway plain

 

Fallen Angel

—redemption claimed

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

A truck driver passes through

a hole in the sky

 

His rig self inclusive,

his load staying dry

 

Eighteen wheels of redemption,

the manifest signed

 

Delivery as promised

—his docking sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once I tell you what it means,

the cell walls isolate

 

Other meanings locked inside

—no hope of an escape

 

(Inspired By Bob Dylan’s Comments To Dick Cavett)