The rich man seeks the alms
of my envy
And the poor man the alms
of my guilt
Both missing what hides
in reflection
Dreams trapped in the silver
to smelt
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Call Of The Lute
I lived to find silence,
chasing hither and yon
till morning turned inward
reaching deeply beyond
Now firmly embedded
inside of myself
my eyes turned away
—from what’s spoken unfelt
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Drums & Bugles
Good governance,
the enemy of government
States rights,
oxymoronic at best
What works,
the bane of impostors
Who exist
to feather their nests
Revolution
is quickly fomenting
Change only
at the point of a gun
Voices from Concord
heard calling
With freedom not given
but won
(The New Room: October, 2021)