And You, To Me (+3)

I believe the last person I shall ever see,

  is you

    —and you, me

 

I believe the last person I will ever know,

  is you

   —and you, me

 

I believe the last person I shall ever love,

  is you

   —and you, me

 

I believe the last place I will ever go,

  is to you

   —and you, to me

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

The Chameleons

 

Bravery and fear

  not either or

 

But versions of…

 

Valor and shame

  brought heretofore

 

Mixed pieces of…

 

A riddle to confound

  the poet’s mum

 

As glory weds disdain…

 

Courage and fear

  not zero-sum

 

But oft times look the same

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

 

Chevalier

 

“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”

   he screamed to the crowd

 

“On stage as a vagabond

   my home you enshroud

 

“My makeup—my armor,

   my performance—my cause

 

“Reborn with each act,

   as I hear your applause

 

“You take me each matinee,

   you take me each night

 

“To the depths of your hearts

   where my darkness alights

 

“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”

   he shouted again

 

“Forever my audience

   —forever my friends”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

Cross Hairs

 

High caliber verse

  the cartridge hand loaded

 

A new target centered

  all focus then squared

 

Its barrel’s been filled

  with red molten fury

 

Whose trigger awaits

  —a desperate will

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)