Body — Mind

indivisible

except in thought

Love — Hate

undeniable

emotions caught

Good — Bad

in the quotient

as reason divides

Right — Wrong

in the nebula

of choices implied

 

(The New Room: June, 2024)

Prisoner of the

cursed phrase

shackled by the terms

Sentenced with each damning

breath

— inmate of what’s heard

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

 

The interchange

of reluctance

waiting in the queue

Permission caught

in temporal probate

affirmation skewed

 

One last chance

unbegotten freedom

living in between

The will to choose

 nothing left to lose

— as red lights turn to green

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

When your mind

has roots in poverty

all riches bend and wilt

 

The fleeting gold

the moment holds

— no more than fading gilt

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

The backside

of tomorrow

The frontside

of today

Every look

retelling

Of what the past

betrays

 

Caught within

the doldrums

All time fades

in the mist

Until that day

that ends itself

And nothing more

— exists

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Death ever faithful

in spite of the glee

Holding our place

in wanton reprieve

 

We ever the cuckold

of life’s dark affairs

As quiet it waits

— a loyal au pair

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Where fire’s rage

no flame unfanned

The cinch retightened

no also ran

 

As horns go silent

the gate is dropped

 On victory’s path

his legend cropped 

 

Unbridled passion

distraction flees

A trophy hails

as reins go free

 

The end in sight

where roses wait

Ablaze in glory

— outrunning fate

 

(Paris Kentucky: June, 1986) 

Like a hailstorm you came uninvited

and blew the Lakota

off sacred land

Religion, cheap liquor

hunger and disease

spread by those at your command

The battles broke every treaty

our food source attacked

and homes set ablaze

But the only thing you can remember

are the lies that you told

— at the foot of our graves

 

(Lakota Sorrow: December 29, 1890)

When battling

time

the moment

retreats

 

Oxygen

fades

with light

dimming fast

 

Wishes

vacant

breath

dark and shallow

 

Words

 once

treasured

 — adrift and begone

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

 

 

A finer point

this very instant

all stars align

— the word

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)