Saturday, November 25, 2017

Nightlight Over Long Beach Island


our devices
glow like fireflies
and the night sky
pays no mind
it steers the ocean
to pound these shores
not knowing we’re alive

there is no magic formula
waiting to be revealed
no untapped powers
to absorb
only beauty
to let all heal

the secret
is to enjoy this sight,
to let this glory
be your light

so stop searching
for your soul to feed
this truth through beauty
is all you need


Sunday, November 12, 2017

Proud Prayer of the Infidels



faithful
in dismissing these myths
embracing the appeal
of the sting of rough earth,
the carnal, the real

proud to be
that blast of cold air
to bring chaos
to the god sellers

and give chase
with that cold mind,
the blue chill
of cold white reason
so feared
and so great





Saturday, November 4, 2017

Subway Strangers



conversation snippets
patter like precipitation
this heat, that rain
what job, which station

desperate souls
and lonely trolls
railing needlessly
as we roll
castaways
among millions
clinging to the pole

all of us awkwardly
spying
for a friendly face
among these crowds

too sad, too lonely
but not too proud