I can no longer afford

what my folly has purchased

 

Return not an option 

—my bank account dry

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Up is not a direction,

but an intention

 

Down is not an intention,

but a reflection

 

Across is neither

intention nor reflection

 

Towards—a new connection

better bred

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

 

Death failed to show up for work one day,

the clock remained unpunched

 

Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,

all coroner’s out to lunch

 

Death took a holiday without checking in,

the pecking order stunned

 

Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off

—awaiting what’s to come

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Punching in the numbers

on the celestial dial tone

 

Eternity became toll free

—its area code my own

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Once was a time

I was young enough,

to know and feel the truth

 

But the years laid claim

to my memory,

and the seeds to every fruit

 

Today is but folly,

tomorrow a fool,  

the past like fine wine ages true

 

Where a nightingale sings

in my dreams unrestrained

—that song of myself ever new

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

The music

called the dancers

to the floor

 

The poet

waltzing freely

—with his eyes

 

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)

“A vision into

your future

 

“A mirror

of your past”

 

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)

Why would it matter,

why would you care

 

Voices becalming,

breathless unpaired

 

Freeing the Dharma,

released in the air

 

Transcending today

—immortality shared

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Faith often hides

an idolatry within

 

Statutory mandate

—harbinger of sin

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

Creativity…

undemocratic

 

Tyrants of insight,

breaking new ground

 

Vision on fire,

effigy’s burning

 

Painting’s unframed

—all muses set free

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)