A captive of his genius
And prisoner of his insight
The Jester played New York
Like a fiddler on the run
The truth always just a step
Ahead or behind his perception
The music caught in between
Like an opera singer’s pause for breath
‘The Times Were A Changing’
—and he was left forever wondering why
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Deemed Poetic
Things beyond description
Deemed poetic lay….
‘A golden oak
On an October day’
‘The perfect form
Of a cresting wave’
‘The laughter of toddlers
As they run and play’
‘A Mozart concerto
—in its timeless way’
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Farther Than Near
Crossing over
to what most would call good
My feelings inline
my words understood
No chair or wip
do the verses require
All teeth now removed
in fear of your ire
Crossing over
to what some would proclaim
The lines neatly ordered
with nothing profane
Those tight little smiles
they clap and they cheer
Words lost of all meaning
—truth farther than near
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Legions Cry
Literary Achilles
writer of the sword
Legions cry
chariots fly
—blood in every word
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)