The prostrate lizard,
hated savior,
crawls the crooked road to the city
Figures, sinking with the light,
bending your prayers
—watching the sun
Light retreats
as shadows leave,
emptying space for a new awareness
Its carnal madness
telling again and again
—how far you’ve come
(West Philadelphia: December, 1972)
Sold Unborn
Give me back my kidnapped youth,
distiller of the night
Return the sun from whence it’s gone,
expose this darkened fright
Give me back the future-past,
all memory on the run
Return those days once sold unborn
—to where my joy has gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
Vox A Priori
A Poet first,
long before the first word
Musings inherent
—crying to be heard
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)