Banks,
Financial assassins
Firing bullets
Of insolvency
At targets
Without cover
Raping with foreclosure
Killing with repossession
Preying and hunting
All trophies out of season
Poaching their eternity
From the bounty of hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)
Fantasy Reminds
It came to me infirm
which means I had to care
It somehow crossed a line
that wasn’t there before
It cast a light on something
I thought I’d left behind
Reality now stronger
—than fantasy reminds
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013)
Shadows Fall Distant
Late September holds onto the summer
like that promise you made
—you can never forget
Late September holds onto the summer
as shadows fall distant
—and memory regrets
(Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)
TV
Intoxicant of sublimation
New ruler of alienation
The channels change
As the mind stops,
And the images
Fall away
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2013)
Headstone Forever Blank
He died that night
In a cheap motel
In Maryville Tennessee
$35.00 karma mixed with
The smell of curry
Coming from the front office
No one would ever understand
Why he chose to die there
Especially those few
Who claimed to know him well
The gravel parking lot
The towels you could see through
And the lawn chairs inside
For furniture
Made the connection and the
Endless search real
In a way it hadn’t been before
As he sat outside his room
Thinking about the end
The local construction workers
Remembered his name
As they called out to him
At the end of their day
Marking time by a weekly rate
In their rooms just down the hall
They remembered the little things
His own family had forgotten
Or not so little…
AND THEN HE DIED
IN HIS $35.00 MOTEL ROOM
HIS PASSING A BURIED MEMORY
AND HEADSTONE FOREVER BLANK
(Newport Tennessee: April, 2013)
Whispers Cry
From the depths
of your spirit
new voices to call
But their capture
in words
the hardest of all
As the past
and the future
fall farther behind
Old whispers cry out
each new moment
defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)
Without—Within
Travelling beyond your borders
freedom scents the trail
Travelling beyond your borders
destiny in the mail
Travelling beyond your borders
memory in the wind
Travelling beyond your borders
—without becomes within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)
Summer Song
I wandered by an autumn stream
looking for what’s past
I slept inside a winter dream
searching for what lasts
I strode the paths of springtime crossed
listening for a song
Whose words, that now to me are lost
—in summer called so strong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013)