When understanding dies
—blood is all we have
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
When understanding dies
—blood is all we have
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Tasting like music
each word marches on
Out of the vacuum
flavored in song
The future parades
on both sides of the bridge
The band denied entry
so close to the edge
The toll taker muted
arms point to the sky
Pedestrians hover
and wait to get by
Guide wires of silence
restrung play adieu
When the drum major signals
—it’s safe to come through
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Can you go crazy
without language
madness unclear
Can you reason
without dialog
or words for your fears
Can you think
without symbols
progress undefined
Can you tie it
together
—without names in your mind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The entropy of life
— is shame
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The message complex …
your form should be simple
A carrier pigeon
no longer confined
Direct and straight forward
the fault lines will rupture
The magma exploding
—forever to find
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Some people write
poetically
And some write
poetic prose
Both front and rear gates
lead back to a garden
To harvest
—what is grown
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
It’s always dark
—until you open your eyes
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Most of us learn
to live with our demons
Seeing them coming
hearing their call
More in the night
when silence is running
Taking their place
to hide in the hall
Most of us learn
to live with our fears
More real when imagined
the images churn
Once they’re inside us
denial forsaken
To wed the dark moments
—whose effigy’s burn
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Blame …
deep and abiding
Praise …
a fleeting call
Infliction kills
affection shills
Their contrast
casts a pall
One …
a timeless burden
The other …
flits away
Tomorrow’s pain
all joy abstained
Entrapped
—where memories stay
(The New Room: December, 2023)
How the world
should be
and isn’t
My choices
could
but don’t
What maybe
might
tomorrow voids
The spinning
vortex
—won’t
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)