Not ‘Classic’
Or ‘Beat’
But those naked
Words
That come to
Me in my
Dreams  

Each color
Rejected
The Rainbow
Preferred
Refusing to
Choose
Between

In the well dug
Deepest
And well dug
Straight
Hides a
Tempest
Once unforeseen

That blows
Through this
Moment
Destroying
All time…
Words that whisper
Words that scream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)