I believe the last person I shall ever see,
is you
—and you, me
I believe the last person I will ever know,
is you
—and you, me
I believe the last person I shall ever love,
is you
—and you, me
I believe the last place I will ever go,
is to you
—and you, to me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Chameleons
Bravery and fear
not either or
But versions of…
Valor and shame
brought heretofore
Mixed pieces of…
A riddle to confound
the poet’s mum
As glory weds disdain…
Courage and fear
not zero-sum
But oft times look the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Chevalier
“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”
he screamed to the crowd
“On stage as a vagabond
my home you enshroud
“My makeup—my armor,
my performance—my cause
“Reborn with each act,
as I hear your applause
“You take me each matinee,
you take me each night
“To the depths of your hearts
where my darkness alights
“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”
he shouted again
“Forever my audience
—forever my friends”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Cross Hairs
High caliber verse
the cartridge hand loaded
A new target centered
all focus then squared
Its barrel’s been filled
with red molten fury
Whose trigger awaits
—a desperate will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)