I know it’s
written
I don’t know
why
The heavens
tremble
as poet’s  
cry

To stand
anointed
in love’s
review
And pose
one question
rephrased
— anew

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch

Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack

Freight car
open
voices
interred

The brakeman
singing
"Turn
"Turn
"Turn"

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Distance
is different
spurning
direction

The miles
a marriage
time
has divorced

Spaces
concurrent
flowing
together

As coming
and going
fade in
— remorse

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Suffering fools
comes with the territory
— any true writer to know

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

I didn’t stay young
but I never got old
My cards often weak
when watching you fold
I sailed into weather
the saltiest balked
And bit off big pieces
while walking my talk

I painted with brushes
DaVinci had blessed
And wandered and wondered
much better than best
I took from my heart
and gave to my soul
The circle expanding
— three halves to my whole

(The New Room: April, 2024)

Truth needs no audience
or vows of acceptance
The eagle flies highest
— when flying alone

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)

Living
is earned
Dying
— is free

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)