Each time when it almost mattered,
it mattered not that much
Old feeling’s hijacked and held for ransom
memories cold and stuck
But the day when it really mattered,
my heart was set on fire
My will unfrozen and left to sear
—in a burning hot desire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The Voice Of An Age
Poetry is different
when spoken than read
The words more musical
outside my head
No longer imprisoned
or held on the page
Their freedom unharnessed
—the voice of an age
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Forever Like That
Would you lease me your heart
if I gave you a dime
Would you lend me your trust
if I willed you my time
Would you seize my devotion
with its mortgage in tact
Would you love me just once
—or forever like that
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April. 2015)
My Fate Unsecured
Overspending the bulk
of my temporal capital
Hourly deficits climb
and pile into notes
Debts I’ll never repay
stored in vaults I can’t find
Words lying uncashed,
as I write overdrawn
Pledging to go back
and re-sign what’s untendered
I’m unforgiven—overdue,
my fate unsecured
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)