Bounty Of Hell (+6)

Banks,

Financial assassins

Firing bullets

Of insolvency

At targets

Without cover

Raping with foreclosure

Killing with repossession

Preying and hunting

All trophies out of season

Poaching their eternity

From the bounty of hell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

 

Fantasy Reminds

 

It came to me infirm

  which means I had to care

 

It somehow crossed a line

  that wasn’t there before

 

It cast a light on something

  I thought I’d left behind

 

Reality now stronger

  —than fantasy reminds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013)

 

 

Shadows Fall Distant

 

Late September holds onto the summer

  like that promise you made

    —you can never forget

 

Late September holds onto the summer

  as shadows fall distant

    —and memory regrets

 

(Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)

 

 

TV

 

Intoxicant of sublimation

New ruler of alienation

The channels change

As the mind stops,

And the images

Fall away

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2013)

 

 

Headstone Forever Blank

 

He died that night

In a cheap motel

In Maryville Tennessee

$35.00 karma mixed with

The smell of curry
Coming from the front office

No one would ever understand

Why he chose to die there

Especially those few

Who claimed to know him well

The gravel parking lot

The towels you could see through

And the lawn chairs inside

For furniture

Made the connection and the

Endless search real

In a way it hadn’t been before

As he sat outside his room

Thinking about the end

The local construction workers

Remembered his name

As they called out to him

At the end of their day

Marking time by a weekly rate

In their rooms just down the hall

They remembered the little things

His own family had forgotten  

Or not so little…

 

           AND THEN HE DIED

       IN HIS $35.00 MOTEL ROOM

 

    HIS PASSING A BURIED MEMORY

  AND HEADSTONE FOREVER BLANK

 

(Newport Tennessee: April, 2013)

 

 

 

Whispers Cry

 

From the depths

  of your spirit

  new voices to call

 

But their capture

  in words

  the hardest of all

 

As the past

  and the future

  fall farther behind

 

Old whispers cry out  

  each new moment

  defined

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

 

 

Without—Within

 

Travelling beyond your borders

  freedom scents the trail

 

Travelling beyond your borders

  destiny in the mail

 

Travelling beyond your borders

   memory in the wind

 

Travelling beyond your borders

   —without becomes within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

 

 

 

Summer Song

 

I wandered by an autumn stream

  looking for what’s past

 

I slept inside a winter dream

  searching for what lasts

 

I strode the paths of springtime crossed

  listening for a song

 

Whose words, that now to me are lost

  —in summer called so strong

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2013)