Waiting For The Muse To Come

My eyes were diverted

my mind taken back

 

Her presence upon me

her breath an attack

 

There’s no sense in running

with no place to hide

 

Although rare in the daylight

her message alive

 

My pen comes out quickly

and drawn like a sword

 

Each word spoken plainly

and pointed toward

 

My life now a capsule

exploding like hail

 

The light towing blindness

the comets new tail

 

Last phrases are written

my senses return

 

I feel her leave slowly

   my pen it still burns

 

I look down at the page

   to see what I wrote

 

The handwriting foreign

familiar once spoke

 

   “Your life but a dream

   between wisps of my breath

 

   “Once spoken inside you

   beyond life and then death”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

Be Most Careful

Be careful as you age….

when they try to convince you

that your rough edges need to

come off

 

Be careful when they say that

“Your words need to be more

carefully chosen and more appropriate

to the politically elite”

 

Be careful when they threaten those

things that you have developed over

time that they will never appreciate

or understand

 

But be most careful when they tell

you…. “We are really your friends and

have only your best interests at heart”

—be most careful

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

What They’ll Never Escape

People are afraid of what

they can’t understand

themselves most often assured

 

In the depths of their wandering

a voice cries out

a voice too close to ignore

 

People will bolt from that thing

that pursues

that thing that augurs to chase

 

With blinders on tight

and running in vain

—to flee what they’ll never escape

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)