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)

The air I breathe,

the blood that flows

 

The light that shines,

the voice that knows

 

The question asked,

the answer stoned

 

Tomorrow sold

—today on loan

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

The devil in the details

—hell the final sum

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

Poetry has no gender,

it seeks a higher line

 

Never selling out so cheaply

—as the masses would define

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

“Cowardice often hides behind

   intelligence

 

“Until the strong winds of conviction

   —blow it away.”

 

(Quote From My New Novel: Sold Out, February, 2020)

If wishes were dreams

—eternity could sleep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The present in the future,

the future in the past

 

Each moment with a choice to make

—starting first or last

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

With time,

the beginning gets close to the end

 

With time,

I no longer need to pretend

 

With time,

the feelings stand on their own

 

With time,

the reasons are best left alone

 

With time,

the music alone mine to play

 

With time,

the words free to go or to stay

 

With time,
the memories no longer a wish

 

With time,

all longing wrapped up in one kiss

 

With time,

I revisit those things I thought lost

 

With time,

I re-ember the long winter frost

 

With time,

I let go of the doubt and the fear

 

With time I embrace

—as your voice calls me near

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

My voice is explicit…

“You will never know me”

 

But each word is my Judas

—exposed and defined

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Verbal contracts…

  commerce of indemnity

 

Trading intention

—marketplace sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)