Votive Candles (+2)

They come to me in phrases

in couplets newly born

Screaming from the highest places

fitted but unworn

They come to me in dreamsleep

the moon recycled new

Time released in words immortal

—scratched into the pew

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Shadows Of Light

When night

is your mistress

all wishing is gone

Espoused to

the sun

till divorce came along

Hope

your one offspring

lying dead in repose

Philandering

blindness

— your tryst ill disposed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

This One Bet

Were I to explain

what then would I say …

That the moon loves its axis

that each dog has its day

That the question unanswered

most answered indeed

That each start an enigma

and truth often bleeds

That the mind unexplored

without mention at all

That from season to season

time stumbles and falls

Against my better nature

I’ll place this one bet

The answer you hoped for

— you’re never to get

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)