Lost in today,

 found in tomorrow

tears roll like silver

lace beaded swans

 Chasteness wanton,

timestamped forever

 music absolving

—calling beyond

 

(Dreamsleep: Novemeber, 2021)

 

Leaving the place you’re going to,

my ultimate regret

a thorny road of promised dreams

I fled but can’t forget

 

Leaving the place that claims my heart,

still beating—buried deep

your pathway marked with blood I shed

whose wound this distance weeps

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

The infancy of evil,

infirmities youth

Children surrendered

—caught in its truth

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

The smoky structure of forgotten dreams,

buried in the breath of lost denial

Stealing from sleep what life rebukes

—disguising what the coming dawn reviles

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

Darkness cometh before the storm,

  mistrals threaten,

caution scorned

 

Mercy lost in its bloody hail,

 tempest raging

—hope assailed

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

 

Not to be agreed with…

just to be heard

 

The flock singing hollow,

reechoing words

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Individual’s individual,

summation of one

 

The snow always fresh,

no marks on the trail

 

Those tracks left by others,

a map to retreat from

 

Direction internal

—new spirit to hail

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

In confessionals of doubt

he chased absolution

The devil unmasked

—his penance forsworn  

 

(Washington Chapel: November, 2021)

 

Too busy writing

to care if you listened

Space there before me,

live ink on the page

 

To say it just once

with no echo to follow

Questions—unanswered

endorsement prepaid

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

He saw the world in burlesque,

light dancing upon the stage

The great blue fanning ocean

and rainbow colored pastie orbs

Caught between the music and the

shadow of the extreme

The curtain falling deftly marking

the beginning and the end

 

His dreams left to wander

search the darkness for a home

To strip off their makeup and surrender

what tomorrow will disdain

Where back in the footlights all chaos

 and disorder will bawdily remask

Teasing what fantasy hides in fear

—as an Angel sheds its wings

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)