Terminal poetry…
death by the word
Selling a heartbeat
for every breath
Giving up life
for each new phrase
Buried
—inside what’s heard
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
Time Unrequited
Charging to the front,
my words stay behind,
an anchor in the drifting sand
To live past today,
to prod and remind
—what time unrequited demands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
The Tomorrow Of Today
Waiting for time to catch its breath,
I wrote the words unheard
My verses most unwelcome
—the future untoward
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)