On a barstool

somewhere

in a lost America

with a stranger

who calls me friend

All options

dwindling

my fate in his hands

—and nearly at the end

 

(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)

Logic destroys the natural state,

as order rules the day

 

To tag and label, weigh and chart,

reality at bay

 

A poet in the truest sense,

I fall outside the lines

 

Entropic freedom calling me

—to all that I might find

 

(Rosemont College: August, 2020)

When death came ‘a calling,’

again thus denied

 

The future remortgaged

—payment applied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

The white wing of the wind

blew down from tomorrow

 

Carrying a message of hope

—from beyond the unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2020)

Caught within the membranes

of a lost tomorrow,

 

time stood still

 

No sound, no sight, no

fresh vibration,

 

as eternity waits

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Coming out of the shadows,

reality struck hard

 

Changing me forever

—leading me away

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2020)

Don’t hate me if I struck a nerve,

a tear now yours to mend

 

The pain acute, denial slim

—too late to then pretend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Waiting for yesterday,

I stumbled into tomorrow

—and found my spirit lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

A creative adult,

a child who survived

 

New toys in the attic

—where time comes alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Only talking to each other,

academics expound

 

And sing to the choir

—no truth to be found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)