I offered you everything;

you took it all

 

Leaving me nothing

—no last curtain call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Don’t you love her as she’s leaving,

her memory still in place

 

The times she lied, the times you cried,

vacant and displaced

 

Don’t you love her as she’s leaving,

the pain her mission bell

 

Tolling far into the distance

beyond heaven—beyond hell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

‘Thanks Jim’

 

Pieces of immortality,

tinctures of rhyme

 

Living inside the moment

—wholly sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Wasting time,

life’s greatest pleasure

 

Wasting time,

life’s greatest pain

 

Wasting time,

beyond all measure

 

Wasting time

—bittersweet refrain

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Sometimes,

you have to leave to come back

 

Sometimes,

the line needs to go slack

 

Sometimes,

the loss is more to be gained

 

Sometimes,

the past—twice rearranged

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

Magic passes through you,

though never yours to own

 

Taking you beyond yourself

—gifted spell unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Fruitions seed is larger still,

get out your watering can

 

Fifty past one hundred years,

to shade what light began

 

Wisdom’s tree the hardest wood,

 millennium to rise

 

Truth ingrained, its bark unstained

—transcendence once denied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Embracing indecision,

abandonment confronts you

 

My branches sharp and pointed,

my roots all buried deep

 

I pity your reluctance,

as the forest casts you lonely

 

A single tree in meadows vast

—alone against the wind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

If you say a man’s name,

he’s forever alive

 

Come hell or highwater,

the reasons abide

 

Losing someone’s greatness,

losing part of our own

 

Entombed in remembrance

—shared forever alone

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Everyone else has gotten off,

how long am I to stay?

 

The train unstationed, tender gone,

its engine writhed in pain

 

Did I miss my stop on the journey down?

“an express” the porter screamed

 

All light afire, ticket burnt

—satanic nightmare dreamed

 

(Drexel University: February, 2020)