The bums and the heroes
of revolution
asleep
As drawn to the cosmos
a light
travels deep
He asked for no quarter
playing outside
the game
His legion in shadows
he’d never
explain
Each song once it’s sung
his interest
foregone
To blind repetition
he couldn’t
belong
The critics in reference
enshrining
his fame
As the midwestern
prairie wind
—calls out his name

(Ode To Bob Dylan: November, 2023)

She wasn’t a beauty
though pretty enough
Her gait charismatic
with looks to rebuff

He wanted to stop her
he waited and watched
For light in the tunnel
one chance not to botch

At last she took notice
his heart beating fast
Their eyes locked together
a fleeting repast

Time was suspended
new love in the air
As she boarded her plane
—leaving only a stare

(The New Room: November, 2023)

Buried in the ashes
of life’s cremation
Human effort smolders
but embers await
Tomorrow today
today gone forever
Forever rekindled
—the smokescreen of fate

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Day by day
hour by hour
minute by minute
the moments return
Calling me softly
calling me inward
calling my name
—calling me home

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Diametric …
art and commerce
Twining symbols
colors adverse
Yin & Yang
divergent segues
Each stigmatic
bloddy payday
Fraternal image
Louvre / Montmartre
Black tie bidding
cobbled heart
A poor man sings
a rich man vies
On bartered canvas
—truth defies

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

In spite of all your riches
you eschew what prophets do
Basilicas you build to self
with time but empty pews

Wealth deadly suicidal
when wielded as a gun
Whose target sits between your eyes
with one shot zero-sum

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Born on the moon
one sixth of earth’s gravity
Reentry approaching
would your skeleton hold

Bones forming soft
g-forces awaiting
To welcome you home
—or break the new mould

(Listening To Mindscape: November, 2023)