When The Music's Over
Never able to break on through
caught in the time capsule
of yesterday’s tomorrow
he wandered alone …
Searching the darkened streets
of Santa Monica
hearing the music—chasing the words
dancing as demons followed behind
Channeling famous voices
trapped outside a future closed
to his irreverent questioning
—lost within the storm
(To JDM: August, 2023)
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