Loud voices

with their measure

No longer

deem to care

Our information feed

corrupt

With broadcast

millionaires

 

Stars masquerade

as journalists

To pander, slant

and spin

Truth to fester

in their swamp

And sink

— but never swim

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

Today a Poet needs to cast

a hook with many tines

To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep

with cautionary lines

 

These days a Poet needs an edge

much sharper than before

To cut through all the excess flesh

— and save the metaphor

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

Has beens

and hopefuls

Poseurs

and scribes

Wings of

detachment

Losers

and lies

 

Fated

direction

Choices

on file

Lost in

the moment

Destiny’s

— child

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

The hotter the flame

— the brighter the light

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

Running off

to somewhere else

the past tracks

close behind

 

Its shadow looming

steps in place

while preying

to remind

 

That time pursues

the fleetest man

with doggedness

and ire

 

To kindle each

mistaken step

into a raging

— fire

 

(The New Room: December, 2025)

Greatness

spawn’s reincarnation

like the dawn

rebirths the sun

 

Alexander

Patton, and Churchill sleep

but woken

rebecome  

 

When destiny calls

the greatest rise

to battle

zero sum

 

And stem the tide

before the flood

on shores of victory

— won

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

 

I drift

into the mirror

chasing eyes

that once were mine

 

And leave behind

the futile wish

in memory  

confined

 

The silver backing

traps my fear

releasing

what’s been hidden

 

As I become

divorced from time

resighted

— and regiven 

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

If you hang out fresh meat

the wolves will come

Once they have eaten

the faster they run

 

Blood from their fangs

remarking the trail

Where vermin can hide

— to attack and impale

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

Upon reaching the top

I found a new bottom

Polarity shifts

once the apples are rotten

 

Direction a ruse

of misguided fruition

Where searchers take flight

— in a new convolution

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

By courting with death

we validate life

 

The deeper the fall

— the sweeter the height

 

(El Capitan, Yosemite: June 2017)