Does trying to disprove
What I believe
Make you feel better about what
You don’t….
Is it your insecurity
Crying out
That maybe I feel something
You won’t….
Is it the depth of my rebuttal
That bothers you so
Leaving you both lonely
And alone….
Like a branch that’s now broken
Swinging high in the tree
One strong gust
—and your fated to go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Cutting In
The music stepped aside,
as the words cut in to dance
Painting the floor red
in lettered steps of eternity
To a song now consonant
in verses of celebration
Thoughts and feelings remarry
—in patterns of remembrance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Wishes Overflow
I captain the words to suit my mood
to curse or then to pray
And document those things I feel
to others then to say
I choose each verb and noun with care
and place them side by side
Reminding all of what we share
those knots we must untie
I move the future to the past
the present to the front
As what most lingers, then to last
the handle to the pump
Juxtaposing based on need
the lines as rivers go
Where currents cast my dreams adrift
—and wishes overflow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
A Terminal Unknown
Standing on the wrong side of the platform
waiting for the train
Remembering the mistakes I made
but not the reasons why
Listening for the truth beyond the excuse
feeling what my thoughts would never allow
I boarded in the dark….
Ticketed, to a new and unplanned destination
—fated, to a distant terminal unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)