When you have money

the world stops to listen

The content no matter

gratuity bound

 

The dollars indulgent

as charlatans glisten

Self-interest the mantra

— with greed to compound

 

(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)

Loving you

with all my heart

the distance creeping in

 

With each tryst

creating space

your vision growing thin

 

The more I try

to hold you close

the more you slip away

 

Until I’m left

alone again

— in passion’s yesterday

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)  

Crossing over

into the realm

of non-description

reference and paradigm

sleep alone

 

Borders falling inward

upon themselves

leaving only what

the mind forgoes

—and the soul forbids

 

(The New Room: 1-15-2025)

 

A second first date

a telltale sign 

that she’s the hill

my heart to climb

 

A third first date

the past a blur

my thoughts held captive

entrapped in her

 

A fourth first date

all time had stopped

her eyes enchanting

the mountain topped

 

A fifth first date

my world anew

her saving grace

— the words “I Do”

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

On a path

of mindless

wander

 

To hope

is an unwoven

thread

 

In a life

of restless

longing

 

Tomorrow
in joy

— or in dread

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Between

Charlie’s

Drums

Keith’s

Guitar

And Mick’s

Voice

The story of

Rock & Roll

Is told

Immortalized

— and reborn

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

 

Twenty-five years

of saying the Rosary

 

Twenty-five years

a promise to keep

 

A last dying wish

her beads in my hand

Not one day I’ve missed

— or one restless sleep

 

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: January, 2025)

 

If not a Poet

what would I be

A soldier, a sailor

a fading marquee

 

If not a Poet

whose soul would I claim

a saint’s or a sinners

to praise or defame

 

If not a Poet

which path would I choose

the known or untraveled

which one did Frost use

 

If not a Poet

what hills would I climb

what bells could I ring

— in place of the rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Once up on

a pedestal

There’s nowhere to go

— but down

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

If the past is not alive in you

the future will be dead

Sparrows turn to flee the dawn

with yesterday unfed

 

Once memory breaks the golden chain

foundations lay unpoured

And silence breeds the only sound

— to play tomorrow’s chord

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)