Seamless Cycle of Affirmative Madness

On track,

new life born

in rampant mind songs

mouthed out

like silent Rosary

at the chaotic streets

On point,

bringing new love

to lonely wanderers

who see beauty

in every calf and cobblestone

and weep

On time,

for all of time,

that light

that flash of knowledge

sending every sultry sinner

singing in crazed demonic joy

sparking new life

for those new needy souls

Happy Quotidian Murder Story

one small step

can snuff  a whole day

cast a dark pall

every which way

churn with nervous burn

while stomach butterflies

struggle to keep pace

whiff of death air

permeates everywhere

when sufficed to stay

at one’s own station

it’s the glory of breakage

the carnage of liberation

that makes the most

of life’s celebration

Civilization of the Waffle House

not some sickly trough

where America slouches to binge

but an island of civility

amid a nation unhinged

a respite from the lunacy

the vitriol and spite

avert our eyes from the crumbling land

the fast approaching night

our pulse, barometer, shelter, guide

a safe hospitality

and a great place to hide

friendly to a fault

that shames a jaded traveler

breaking fast our only task 

a vacation from disaster

From Mohonk Mountain House

somehow at peace

in these mountains

as cold bites at every turn

sweeping views

to dare the cold

while drawing heat

from our own dark flames

tempting ghosts

with every turn

down quiet halls

plotting

our own worlds

among the chattering diners

braving chill barns

to marvel at glorious history

carved out hard rock

Hurricane Dreams

spinning silent

like a strange carnival scene

upturned chaos

with a center calm and free

fleshed out,

flashed before jaded eyes

that let the clumsy jumble

erase past lives

silent awe

for the power

of dark times,

wiser men

see the value

of colder climes

vow to the twisting force,

the darkening doom

and the mystery it shrouds

and be snug

with our superior dreams

within the violent clouds