Richness of mind
the money no matter
A visual feast
uncountable wealth

Conceptual bullion
perceptual bitcoin
Intuitive treasure
— a fortune indwelt

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

I can’t afford
pride
I’m poorer
than that

I can’t afford
humility
Accomplishment
lacks

I can’t afford
vengeance
All hate
for myself

And least afford
love
Emotion
— unfelt

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Everybody
wants to go
to Heaven
(but)
Nobody
wants
to die

Everybody
want to change
the truth
(but)
Nobody
wants
to lie

Everybody
wants to bend
the law
(but)
Nobody
wants
to get caught

Everybody
wants to fall
in love
(but)
Nobody
wants  
— pain and loss

(The New Room: August, 2025)

People
surround
but I’m always
alone
In naked
seclusion
fleeing
the throne
Caught in
the snarl
of their
consonant rhyme
Shunning
all
overtures
— fields still unlined

(Gardiner Montana: August, 2025)

Three more hours
to sleep
unopposed

Three more hours
from verses
supposed

Three more hours
of quiet
and peace

Three more hours
my dreams
to appease

Three more hours
where time
has been screened

Three more hours
to live
in between

Three more hours
not hither
or yon

Three more hours
a reckoning
— dawn

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

To catch a wolf
become the wolf
where tracks lead distant
to trails beyond

His nose on fire
and fangs bare fronted
to follow closely
all fear withdrawn  

He marks each turning
with blood ill letted  
to lure the hunter
on death’s foray

This sojourn ends  
in wooded darkness
to enter once
— your fate to prey

(Beartooth Mountain: August, 2025)

Rising
by sin
falling
by virtue
Caught in the
blind spot
of destiny’s
rhyme

Words
overweight
in consonant
sorrow
Vowels
deftly stolen
inverting
— the time

(Cooke City Montana: August, 2025)