One-Way Mirrors (+2)

The rich man seeks the alms

of my envy

And the poor man the alms

of my guilt

Both missing what hides

in reflection

Dreams trapped in the silver

to smelt  

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

 

Call Of The Lute

 

I lived to find silence,

chasing hither and yon

till morning turned inward

reaching deeply beyond

 

Now firmly embedded

inside of myself

my eyes turned away

—from what’s spoken unfelt

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

 

Drums & Bugles

 

Good governance,

the enemy of government

States rights,

oxymoronic at best

What works,

the bane of impostors

Who exist

to feather their nests

 

Revolution

 is quickly fomenting

Change only

at the point of a gun

Voices from Concord

heard calling

With freedom not given

but won

 

(The New Room: October, 2021)