Looking down,
I’ve been so lucky

Looking up,
still more to know

Fortune smiles,
the road still open

Steeper yet
—but blessed to go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Maintaining his distance,
Dylan felt safe

A musical drifter
not born for one place

His words once released,
to live on their own

The road calling windward
—far from his home  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Clothed in fraud,
his disguise supreme

Frightening listeners,
confusion schemed

His world inside,
a caldera waits

Armageddon trembling
—the hour late

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

An arrow from the darkness…
rejection finds its mark

The sharpened edge of jealousy,
its point straight through the heart

The bow retracts in shamefulness,
its string left slack and loose

One shot was made, a cursed fate
—the devil laughs anew

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)