The time for words near over
a curse upon the land
The devil plays his organ loud
in chords of dark command
The age of understanding
lay withered on the vine
What man had once embraced of man
new curses now opine
The gales of change blow deadly
the sun no longer sets
But sinks below our darkest fear
where hate forever nests
For those who can remember
as Arthur knelt to pray…
“Once was a time when Kings were boys
—and winds of war at bay”
(The New Room: June, 2022)
New Patriots
Anarchy upon us
in less than ten years…
Nothing can stop it
neither hoping nor tears
The Founding Father’s
warning to ring…
“Revolution calling”
Jeffersonian brings
The mop or the handle
our floor will be cleaned
The face of new patriots
living unseen
Blood will be sacrificed
discord to reign
But out of its torrent
—freedom reclaimed
(Independence Hall: June, 2022)
Bleeding The Moment
Hearing it again
for the thousandth rhyme,
still within the present
More inherent, more alive,
each reading
more resurgent
Hearing it again
the words still new,
reborn as they’re recited
Bleeding the moment
away from time
—no longer unrequited
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)