For Wednesday ...

Caprice

The right moment

at the wrong time

The right rhythm

 with the wrong rhyme

The verse oft hidden

 between the lines

The Muse abeyant  

— till prescience shines

(The New Room: January, 2026)

In Plain Sight

You can hide

in the open

when you’re

somebody else

No need for

a mask

with your image

indwelt

You can hide

in the open

when nobody

stares

An orphan

in training

whose devils

— may care

(The New Room: January, 2026)

Alone

I hope that

you die

before

the new morn

The night holding

 captive

your future

forlorn

I hope that

you choke

on the words

you profane

A prisoner

convicted

alone

— in your pain

(The New Room: January, 2026)

Darkness Calls

Temptation rears

its ugly head

Deception hides

beneath our beds

The Angels

of our nature shunned

As darkness calls

— perdition comes

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)