Becoming irrelevant
at last to yourself
The choices have narrowed
the joy seldom felt
The present redundant
what’s left in the end
The fodder of memory
—and you to pretend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
The Line
Conduit of the human spirit
I forced hope into the cord
Draining the tears of
The lost and abandoned
Plugging into outlets
Of forgotten promise
Forcing their light
Onto the dark barren screen
Charging into what
I had charged over before
—crossing the line
—crossing the line
(Villanova Post Office: January, 2015)
Something For Emily
I understand the isolation,
what others call being alone
I understand the silent moments,
the inner freedom to roam
I understand the derision,
and the label of being called strange
With each new dawn I most understand
—the joy in not being the same
(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)
To Live & Die
To live as an artist,
but die as a man
Dust forever chasing
—what heaven began
(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)