Prose on one side, verse the other
—distance in between
The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,
each seeing only green
The breaths that flow are then contained,
no synergy allowed
The fathoms deep between their words
—whose river both endows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
That Voice
Is the fire escape of love
still open
does it go both up and down
will it rescue you from the flames
of possession
promising only exit
never refuge from the heat
Is the iron railing molten
as you step out on the landing
is the air too hot to breathe
as you take that one look back
is the smoke
a cloud that follows
your feet melting into sorrow
is that voice you’re hearing through the blaze
—the love you’re running to or from
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Time Dethroned
Does memory store from front to back,
or more like side to side
Do childhood dreams seem closer now,
than yesterdays goodbye
Does memory scorn all month and year,
a dimension of its own
Remembering best what matters most
—defying time enthroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Syntactxx
Letter to letter once estranged,
they mate in open air
Copulants of a thought unloved,
vowels conceived in pairs
An alphabetic orgy,
the first word falls in place
Darkness changing into light
—all silence to replace
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)