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To campaign
in poetry
but govern
in prose
Words stretch
till breaking
integrity
blown

Promising
everything
sins
unconfessed
Bombast
and pander
the charlatans
— best

(The New Room: July, 2025)
Memories
of Formica
kitchens
And 2-burner
Hotpoint
stoves
Lipstick on
a menthol
****
Costume
pearls
in rows
Perfume
from the
five and dime
Drive In’s
on the
field
A promise
made
a promise kept
And
love
— that time can’t steal

(Listening To Patsy Cline: July 4th, 2025)
Writing
in margins
where words never go
The meaning
bipolar
whose ink doesn’t show
Living
inceptive
divorced from the light
Married
to emptiness
— unstringing my kite

(The New Room: July, 2025)
Brian died
taking
part of me
with him

The part
that he
lent me
in 1966

Brian died
and the
colors
diminished

The notes
out of rhythm
and time
— left unmixed

(Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)
And in the end
as it was
at the beginning
Only and forever
as spoken
— The One

(1st Book Of Prayers: July, 2025)
Through all
of his failings
and all
of his faults
His memory
redemptive
his conscience
set free

Through all
of the battles
and all
of the scars
His soul
still a ******
his heart
— is pristine

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
That vacuum
inside you
once in it
you’re trapped
Insular
nothingness
too late
to look back

What’s empty
imprisons
no reference
in space
Where freedom
and choice
become duly
— erased

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
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