Upon reaching the top

I found a new bottom

Polarity lies

with the truth ill begotten

Direction a ruse

in misguided fruition

As searchers take flight

— in their new destitution

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

When I was

a young man

I wrote as

a young man

 

Needing music

and art

to deal

with the times

 

But now

as an old man

my heart

chases neither

 

While dwelling

inside

what this moment

— has found

 

(The New Room: April, 2025)

 

You remind me

of a person

I’ve never

met

 

Of an

idea

that I’ve

never had

 

Of a

feeling

never mine

to feel

 

In a

moment

forever

— lost to time

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

 

 

 

Bury a prophecy

— resurrection assured

 

(The New Room: April, 2025)

‘Normalcy’

has its

depression

built in

 

Mundane

and ill formed

life hiding

from sin

 

Each day

like the former

unseasoned

and bland

 

With time

in the freezer

hope frozen

— and canned

 

(The New Room: April, 2025)

Neuroscience

takes a world class meal

grinds it into bits

and tries to convince us

 — its taste has improved

 

(Villanova University: April, 2025)

When artists

grow reflective

their impact

is stalled

 

All direction

is hijacked

momentum

 recalled

 

Looking back

through their psyche

a tunneler’s

view

 

As horizon’s

lie waiting

with visions

— anew

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Once upon a time

the old songs were new

On prairies unplanted

invaders were few

 

Where rivers rolled onward

no ferries or towns

All riverboat minstrels

new ages impound

 

The time of the season

unmeasured refrain

And cursed belladonna

tomorrow to reign

 

As butterfly’s wander

o’er questions unasked

A dark shrouded answer

—  the future unmasks

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

 

 

 

Learn to Fandango

castanet in your hand

Tambourine calling

 its bells to command

 

Dance every Tango

before it’s too late

Death in the offing

— the wolf at the gate

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

 

 

Safe place for the meaning — in couplets of rhyme

 the words taking shelter in moments sublime

 

Their message unfurling — new harbor in sight

 the tempest becalming in lines of delight

 

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)