His Revelation, Her Over-Time

With a white satin napkin

He wiped away his pride

That’s it my Lord, my Savior

What more have I to hide?

The pills induced his coma

His blood ran thin with wine

His revelation managed

By the nurse’s over-time

Untitled for Ariel & Jack

Oh, how the light

Always manages

To see through

The dark.

Flirting with Death

It’s much easier to lie

in the afternoon light,

steady’s the humming

bird that takes flight.

Oh whispering wind

forgive me tonight,

how flirting with death

has been a delight.

Our Current Social Dilemma

We went from public displays of affection

Straight to public displays of everything

Now leaving nothing to the imagination

Embracing it all, then apologizing for it after.

It’s like some convoluted social stream of consciousness

That forms a figure eight of disingenuous pandering

One which tastes to a choir of social unrest

Like change, its value null, when in reality it’s all just

As sad and dull as high school sex.

the Goodwill.

The allure of hanging

Like an old-timey suit

Is just that.

Poetry for the waste-bin,

Ready for the Goodwill.

The Raven

The Raven waits

My answer’s no

Then leaves me with

His knowledge

Being Yourself

People always wanted you to be yourself,

except when you did, well

they didn’t like it all that much.

01/25/2021

Broken Hearts

One day

When ready

I’ll tell you a story.

A story of a boy

Who never stopped running.

I’m just not ready

To break your heart.

The Freedom They Lost

The more I looked the more I noticed

people defending their freedom to speak—

when in fact it seemed and showed so clearly—

from their trembling hands to their worried eyes—

that they had given up their freedom to think for themselves—

and became defenseless, bold, and unexplainably proud—

having lost their voice long before it could ever be taken.

Self Portrait in Long Island NY Apartment

Wind Chimes

Wind Chimes float—

With effortless ease—

It’s something we—

Could never quite be—

Two souls swirling

In the restless ear of want.

Wind Chimes, Florida, Dec 31, 2020