Nothing, is of great value
—when it replaces something bad
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
A Riper Day
Like wine,
Poets age with every year
Tattered labels stained,
vintners unclear
Bordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernet,
words mellow in the dark
Where time ferments a riper day
—its richness to impart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
To Ken Kesey & Neal Cassady
When you’ve never been lost,
there’s no need to be found
As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around
They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief
To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs
“You really don’t get it, man,”
they sing from their bus
They say “You’re unhip”
and “You need to be us”
The desert of all deserts,
they march to inane
Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame
(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
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