Leaving behind excuses,
the reasons close at hand
No longer distracted by the ism’s of truth,
or what protocol demands
Living outside the fences,
no longer looking in
The horizon waiting as my dreams set sail
—safe harbor there within
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
One brisk Saturday morn,
I left the house with glee
To find myself within the woods,
in perfect harmony
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: May, 1959)
Miss Annette’s 5th Grade Class
St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School
Staying up for three days
inside of one night,
the walls come crashing in
Compression imploding,
my mind exploding,
all memory suffering
Each hour like three,
as day becomes night,
the reaper at the door
Waist deep in the heartache,
his presence a warning
—my exit unsecure
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
An empty voice with naught to say,
a barrel hollow born
To spout and spew, pontificate,
a hairless sheep forlorn
With lines recopied, often stole,
released, his name to bear
A charlatan of spoken verse
—embezzled words to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
All passion enslaved to Aphrodite,
her chains beyond silver or gold
Where time will forever surrender,
to love—never purchased or sold
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Damned when we do, damned when we don’t,
the end works out the same
As love demands its pound of flesh
—the lion never tamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
‘Inspired By Daniel Turner’
I dare you
not to read the words,
I double-dare you true
To live outside
a sentenced life
—your spirit unrenewed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
