A truck driver passes through
a hole in the sky
His rig self inclusive,
his load staying dry
Eighteen wheels of redemption,
the manifest signed
Delivery as promised
—his docking sublime
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Fallen Angel
Silver lining,
pouch of gold
Last remittance,
past unsold
Blessing tendered,
pearl gateway plain
Fallen Angel
—redemption claimed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Footnote Of Dreams
If not in memory’s service,
do we still write the words
To leave the past unledgered
—and by token paid
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
In The Wind
God created distance,
so the wounded could go home
The searchers and the dreamers,
the ones born bound to roam
He then laid down the open plain,
below a towering sky
And set his voice into the wind
—for pilgrims such as I
(Villanova University: March, 2020)
Greeting The Dawn
If I could start back over fresh,
a songwriter I’d be
The words inside the music,
in joyful harmony
If I could greet the dawn again,
I’d pick up the guitar
And strum my way into the night
—toward that distant star
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
\'Thy Name Is Death\'
The wound bleeds free
—that kills the angry heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
From My Novel ‘Falling Into The Darkness’
Tomorrow, I\'ll Get It Right
Drunk in Barstow,
waiting for a waitress,
who gets off at 2:00 a.m.
The crap game cleaned me,
two bums on the pool table,
snoring like a train
Drunk in Barstow,
third time this month,
I just never seem to learn
The waitress said,
“My boyfriend’s gone,
truck’s on the road to Bern”
Drunk in Barstow,
on borrowed time,
the repo man at hand
I swear tomorrow
I’ll get it right,
tonight—any way I can
(Barstow California: July, 1991)