I wish for tomorrow,
as today slips away
Each moment more precious,
the end drawing near
I pray for myself,
in spite of myself
Hoping God is still listening
—my soul a deaf ear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
My Stone To Drag
Under each new leaf,
I was offered love
As her face
then changed again
“Please stay, don’t go,”
she pleaded dear
As boredom
then set in
The names have gone,
the memories stay
The guilt,
my stone to drag
At night this weight,
to crush my chest
In dreams
—so very sad
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Her Right
Sleeping alone,
the wrath of the Muse upon me
Chilled to the bone,
her deadly silence enwrapped me
From deep in the night,
a stern warning then came
“Your pen is your phallus,
—my right to reclaim”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)