Caporal la Violette (+7)

Victim of format,

prisoner of rhyme

 

Inmate of vision

—exile sublime

 

(Monmartre France: April, 1978)

 

 

Fortune Cast

 

Writing my own ticket…

a coupon from the past

 

The numbers all decoded,

my gate approaching fast

 

Walking down the gangway,

my seat by fortune cast

 

The pilot sitting next to me

—the flight plan mine at last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Entre'

 

Admission of weakness,

  beginning transcendence

 

The cry of an Angel

—a welcoming hymn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

To Torch And Burn

 

Masquerading in a church full of dreams,

all parishioners in their pews

 

The preacher straightens his mask and starts,

a sermon old renewed

 

Hellfire and brimstone come roaring out,

 words to torch and burn

 

His face staying hidden as the nightmare unfolds

—the congregation’s dreams left spurned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Hail Athena

 

Painting with words,

sculpting with sound

 

Letters to dance

—spoken aloud

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

 

Non Grata

 

 I’ve made a veritable art form

out of ignoring others

 

Taken it to the highest level,

its crown made out of thorns

 

Turning my back and looking away,

denying their importance

 

A world where they do not exist

—no insult could hurt more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)  

 

 

Nothing And No One

 

Nothing to believe in,

nothing to hold dear

 

No one to say what you can’t say,

the waters all but clear

 

Nothing to believe in,

and that includes yourself

 

You live in fear the truth will rise

—an iceberg your umwelt

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

 

Feelings Sacred

 

I don’t write for you,

I write for me

 

To dream each dream,

in darkness freed

 

All gifts unwrapped,

my table set

 

My voice as spoken,

no regrets

 

I don’t speak for you,

I speak for me

 

The trails I’ve bloodied,

scars decree

 

Each moment purchased,

verses loaned

 

My feelings sacred

—words my own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)