Sunday: 5-31-2026
Inflection Point
Musicians
want to be poets
And poets
musicians
Jim Morrison
in Paris
Leonard Cohen
Montreal
The grass
shining greener
In shadows
elusive
The muses to
whisper
As temptress
— they call
*****
Birth Mother
Comfort
the enemy
of truth
Prescience
the nemesis
of time
Insight
the jailer
of denial
Freedom
the birth mother
— of dreams
*****
The Crossroad
An ounce
of freedom
Or a ton
of gold
The choice
is yours
Since times
of old
To sell
your soul
Or set
it free
A Frostian
crossroad
By choice
— decreed
*****
Love On View
Walking
through the park
Troubles
disembark
Watching
couples swoon
Picnicking
at noon
Every tree
a refuge
Rowboats
dot the sand
Joy unbridled
love on view
Cupid
— in command
*****
The First Cut
Never complain
never explain
I don’t care if you like it
I only care that you read
Stay undefined
the future unrhymed
The first cut the deepest
— forever to bleed
(The New Room: May, 2026)
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