Saturated in writer fluid,

  lost feelings self ignite

 

Inebriate of a time distilled,

  drunk in the burning light

 

Memories aging 100 proof,

  the flames all dance alone

 

Memories aging 100 proof,

  —this fire now my home

 

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)

Nature resplendent

  fog settling down

 

Darkness retreating

  storm clouds outbound

 

Sun reemerging

  rainbow behind

 

Spring in the meadow

  —nothing but time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

To share in Creation

  —is to become Divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

Academic eyes  

Bullying lies

Feelings held hostage

Locked unopposed

Academic eyes

Mandatory ‘I’’s

Mirrored reflection

The Emperor’s clothes

Academic eyes

Robert Bly cries

The pond has been drained

Replaced with a swamp

Academic eyes

Truth rendered blind

The facts mired out

   —fantasy romps

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

Whom could it be, this professional Poet

  selling his blood for a few kernels of grain

 

Whom could it be, this professional Poet

  pandering to others in search of a name

 

Whom could it be, this professional Poet

  drunken talk-show appearance, stumbling again

 

Whom could it be, this professional Poet

  the strongest of liars—the weakest of men

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

Be it Melville or Tolstoy

  or a Pen still to burn

 

Know the words are just borrowed

  —until silence returns

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

Words apprehend

  a willing prisoner

    —verse to fly between the bars

 

The latest inmate

  with breath surrendered

    —an incarcerated bard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

Fortune Untold

 

Beyond the critics reach

  beyond the assassin’s grasp

 

A rainbow exists—with fortune untold

  refracting present, future, and past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

  Time Dissolved

 

Wringing the joy out of every moment,

   catching those drops that fall

 

Time becomes septic draining into itself

   —the past and future dissolved

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2104)

 

 

 

 

Poetic transfusion

  prose bleeding through

 

Words but a suture

  —stitching the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

That first book

That last book

That next book

That other book

Beginning and ending in the middle

  —they all turn out the same

 

The first book

The last book

The middle book

The forgotten book

Memory plagues that already said

  —only to be said again

 

The first book

The last book

The borrowed book

The successful book

Images recreated

  —as words jump page to page

 

The first book

The last book

The closing book

The memory book

An orchestra calls a final waltz

  —its conductor off the stage

 

The promised book

The distant book

The transforming book

The forever book

Sameness trapped a clone of time

   —as difference strikes again

 

That finished book

That published book

That famous book

That holy book

All critics choking in the dark

  —light burning end to end

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)