Allergic

to the truth

Immune

to virtues glow

One infection

plagues my soul

Whose cure

— my sin forgoes

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

Eating everything

on the menu

Dylan asked for more

 

His hunger

reestablished

leftovers on the floor

 

A bite into

the future

yesterday a whore

 

A meal once paid

forever staid

— new rawness to procure

 

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)

Ambition

is the best pursuit

the road to glory

calls

 

Ambition

is the worst pursuit

that leads to

your downfall

 

Ambition

tames the wildest beast

its jungle free

of thorns

 

Ambition

breeds the deepest hate

your future paved

— with scorn

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

 

He learned

to race

before

he walked

The world

too slow

his freedom

caught

To fans

who watched

and those

who loved

His spirit

soars

at speed

— above

(The New Room: December, 2024)

It lives

in the margins

betwixt and between

 

Visible

yet fleeting

a light once unseen

 

When reaching

to touch

its magic forestalls

 

Lost to that

moment

— posterity calls

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

You can only hope

that death provides

what’s sorely lacking

what life denies

 

You can only hope

that death will bring

the end of Winter

— unending Spring

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)

There are truths in disguise

but only one truth

 

Between Heaven and Hell

— time hides the difference

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

The story of revolution

the glory of Che

The fury of wander

a doctor’s foray

 

Silver spoon of his birth

the high noon of choice

A tune peasants cling to

that force in his voice

 

Daring insurrection

then falling from grace

Each stalling acceptance

a rebel’s embrace

 

His legend in khaki

a friend to the weak

Unbending in spirit

— both joyous and bleak

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

Winning the

war 

Winning the

peace

Divided by

victory 

Joined in

— defeat

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)

Did you go

to the gym

the Poet asked

 

Or just write

weakened

the verse untasked

 

The vowels and

consonants

stay unflexed

 

With words

atrophic

— their muscles vexed

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)