When you speak

to me

a certain way

I can see the words

 

Shaped and formed

with wings

of gold

 freeing what I’ve heard

 

When you speak

to me

a certain way

I can taste the wind

 

Calling forth

my hopes and dreams

— tendered from within

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

The chosen

tone deaf

to their fortune

 

Musicians

their heads

in the sand

 

The roadies

eat pizza

still frozen

 

While Angels

play bass

in the band

 

Indulgence

the pick

on their fretboard

 

Entranced

by the lure

of the bong

 

Benighted

the riffs

play without them

 

Not going

or coming

— just gone

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

A thousand answers

one last question

— why

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

You can’t close the door

that opens inside

Or bottle the morrow

today seeks to hide

You can’t erase feelings

like words on a page

Or trap a new lover

— with yesterday’s cage

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

That voice

from the wilderness

Nearer

than far

Close distant

reminder

We are

— who we are

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

 

 Looking Back

 

One final look

one final stare

The face looking back

the face of despair

One final time

one final shout

Reflection an echo

— reflection a rout

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

 

 

Jumping The Shark

 

You can’t time a moment

by counting out loud

Or cross the horizon

not leaving the crowd

Or relive a memory

retention unclear

Or keep the Muse captive

— as silence draws near

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

 

 

Spitting into the ocean

hoping it would rise

Wrapped in the flag of tomorrow’s retreat

the past and its minions reprise

One more straw on the hay pile

not worth a tinker’s damn

Wishing and hoping with my last breath

 to free the words

— I am

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Apocalypse kindles    

relighting the fire

Malignant denominators

melt from above

Savior disdained

pontificate’s stain

Tomorrow endemic

— in nuclear love

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)