Auditioning for myself
the lights went down
the sound amped up
my head turned round
Auditioning for myself
the handbill flew
into the seats
the chosen few
Auditioning for myself
last line unread
the words reborn
inside my head
Auditioning for myself
I begged my leave
the stage door open
—a last reprieve
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Something More
I’ve crawled through the logic,
but where’s the trap door
The one to escape through,
where there’s something more
I’ve labored with reason,
my notes here to show
Its path ever narrow,
restricting the flow
Epistemological
gods of my youth
Now dust covered relics
and long in the tooth
The ethical paradigm,
sainted deceit
Whose judgment is final,
yet hard to believe
Dichotomy calling,
last road to go down
Until love’s dialectic
—turns me around
(Villanova University: September, 2020)