Looking over the edge
of an emotional cliff
I saw new feelings
for the very first time
Crying out from the back
of a Seraph’s wings
They were begging for me
to climb on
Promising a flight above
reason and logic
Blinding my eyes
with overpowering rhyme
I fell into the new silence
with the Angels below
Catching my words as they
dropped
—in their song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Over the fire
and across the coals
We made it to safety
our innocence tolled
The memory enough
to scare and profane
What fate never mentioned
—as we straddled the flame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015
Listening To Clapton’s ‘Sunshine Of Your Love’
It was Hemingway
early
And Dickinson
late
Those early
exposures
The trail of
my wake
No bar left
unvisited
Or brawl left
unfought
No school that could
answer
Dialectic
corrupt
Now this corner
I sit in
Both welcomes
and warms
And the thoughts
it retriggers
No movement
just form
I once had
looked over
What I now look
within
From this chair
that I captain
Where in virtue
—I sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
A late night deposit
from my spirit to my soul
A transfer without interest
its currency stole
The main door won’t open,
the drive-thru is dark
One last check to write
with my chariot parked
The clerk’s eyes on fire,
as she asks me my name
“It’s there on the check”
I repeat in refrain
“Your last transfer I see,
we’ll be losing you now
“The account to be closed
—take the elevator down”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Public exposure….
part of the game
Open disclosure….
paid for with pain
A window through time
opened once and then closed
Immortality’s portal
—the minefield you chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
There’s safety in rhythm
salvation in rhyme
Truth in the format
a structure sublime
To children and sages
their message rings true
And down through the ages
—speaks loudest to you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
The visionary dies,
but the image remains
To that we are faithful,
to that which sustains
The Poet is gone,
but his words are reborn
In the hearts of the needy
—those once left forlorn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Poetic psychiatry,
the now proven way
Much cheaper and faster
once here—then to stay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The chances I take
transfigure my brain
The harm and the risk
metaphysically the same
They rush through my spirit
all fear on the run
Transformation now total
—the cost zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Old men making deals
the young taking bullets
Politicians to steal
no one to prevent it
Athletes and rappers
sit on the throne
Parents and teachers
their message disowned
Freedom on trial
both inside and out
The world in denial
—no place left to shout
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
