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5 November 2025

Delilah

 

I think about her still     and I grieve    she was never truly mine       but even lies are sacred to lovers     me, I'd never exiled anyone before     they usually perished in accidents of trust     coz I don’t believe in much       but I still believe in love    everything happens for a reason       the truth will bear that out    I can’t see that she’s to blame though      I played it like a chump

3 November 2025

food for thought

 









they say god has no religion

so, he does not pray

you see, faith is a killer

take that away and…

hell no, that’s not for me

I have a light burning inside

chalk it up to ignorance

or perhaps self-deception

but I’m not alone

while my candle is lit

going down it’s hard as hell

coming up  …it’s sudden vertigo

and you?       do you still have empathy?

lord, save our souls

we’re going down

into the ground

protect us from doubt

leave us numb

no room to maneuver

no food for thought

27 October 2025

naked and alone

 

sleep will not touch me now     neither will I dream     it’s not my conscience again      it’s not what it might seem         they say there are no bad men      only bad situations          and I’ve lived through situations     maybe I brought them on myself     tell me, what difference does it make?      we suffer just the same    from things we haven’t done      everybody’s innocent     according to their tales     we are all just victims of circumstance    wrestling ghostly shadows     naked and alone

 

26 October 2025

gagged

 

they locked me up       for speaking my mind        because truth is violence    in their insane world       I was drunk on freedom        and the license it gave me      but to think too deeply    is to dig your own grave       I was drunk on freedom      but I overreached   now I’m the odd man out      in a party of strangers        queer bedfellows      both orphans and strays      in this menagerie      of singular outsiders    I found a voice    to unlock their secrets       yes, I found a voice       but it was not my own

20 October 2025

lice

 

same old     same old     here I am,  back in the dock again      I guess it’s too late now to plead insanity         so what’s my excuse?     I’m picking at old wounds     might even tear me a few new ones      but I can’t help myself      some memories have sharp edges      and weigh heavy on the heart    there’s pain at the core of everything      sometimes I can’t see it        but it’s always there         like worms gnawing on my bones     or lice crawling through my hair