Sartorial Oasis (+1)

I dress up every Sunday,

but only in my mind

My coat and tie in tattered shreds,

the past and future bind

To celebrate in peasant rags,

as memory dances free

Imagining in formal garb

—what only I can see

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)

Destiny Marked

The wandering Poet,

so wild—so free

With each mile walked,

a new reverie

Eight Muses to guide him,

his steps fall in line

Their prophecy calling,

their message sublime

The wandering Poet

won’t stop till he’s done

All motion incessant,

all verse zero-sum

His trail can be seen

by those willing to climb

Their destiny’s marked

—their pasts left behind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)