Your memory found me wordless,
too mute to carry on
Trapped between old verbs and nouns,
silence for a song
With love a distant haunting,
we mime a tragic vow
What once we had… the good, the bad
—this quietude abounds
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Bringing Up The Rear
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)