No clock can lay claim
to the moment untimed
Though hands finely set
still a mystery divine
Each tick plays a cadence
to what is now past
But what of the future
its measure uncast
We plot and record it
hours, minutes, they chime
As all fantasy escapes
—this delusion of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Ahead, Nothing More
Money and wealth
used to accompany class
Now more often than not,
it tends toward the crass
There used to be style
that went along with good luck
Now nouveau riche dogma
just passes the buck
The internet minions
and rappers galore
Litter our vision
as they buy out our stores
This newest gold standard
obsesses with bling
Their knowledge in tatters
they read not a thing
All intention is focused
on numbers that climb
Like lasers, they pierce
the mercurial dime
But time marches onward
for rich and for poor
Looking back, a past wasted
—ahead nothing more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Truth Is Near
Good feelings or bad…
results the same
When a nerve is struck
to start the game
The words can soften
or strike with fear
Once through the surface
—the truth is near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Now As Before
Are those dimensional theories a trap
for what your mind will never understand
Does your spirit lay dormant and fallow
an alien within its own land
Does the math and the science betray you
with the numbers piled outside your door
Is the time sliced and diced infinitum
—deliverance calling now as before
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)