Not ‘Classic’
Or ‘Beat’
But those naked
Words
That come to
Me in my
Dreams
Each color
Rejected
The Rainbow
Preferred
Refusing to
Choose
Between
In the well dug
Deepest
And well dug
Straight
Hides a
Tempest
Once unforeseen
That blows
Through this
Moment
Destroying
All time…
Words that whisper
Words that scream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Next Station
With no advanced ticket,
I pay as I go
My boarding left open,
still more things to know
The day train a local,
expresses by night
My spirit rolls inward,
—next station in sight
(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)