The dead never get to say goodbye,
as they charge across the line
Finality left to those who live,
still victimized by time
The dead never get to say hello,
a bust that’s now recast
Their sacrifice a milepost
—beyond the futurepast
(Valley Forge: January, 2021)
Hitchcockian
I’m actually tired of being myself…
can I be you for awhile
I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,
as I run from an image defiled
I thought I was safe and had made my escape,
when memory reminded again
“You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed
—the chains locked secure in your head”
(The New Room: January, 2021)
Athletic Rape
What is a man, what is a woman…
solved by the stroke of a pen
The genders now mix, the game has been fixed
—playing fields only pretend
(The New Room: January, 2021)