At Your Spirits Behest

Do you demand my lies,

instead of the truth

 

Do you hem and sigh,

or stammer uncouth

 

Does the word unfiltered,

get trapped in your brain

 

Does the message uncovered,

then wash down your drain

 

Does the time spent looking,

measure time well spent

 

Does the verbal unlocking,

pay your spiritual rent

 

Are the memories you wished for,

within the time you invest

 

Are the feelings you hoped for,

—at your spirits behest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)