Do I reach for understanding
or is knowing quite enough
Or deem then that important
...
Nothing brings a conservative and liberal
together…
—like staring down the barrel of a gun
...
A poem is never truly finished…
a song never finally sung
Words lay silent as yet unspoken
...
Basking in the glow
of what already happened
I wait for the explosion
...
I made myself a wastrel
an orphan of my choice
And severed all my family ties
...
How much is enough
to have it all
How deep is the well
...
In the search for Crazy Horse,
I found myself
He freed my voice,
...
Contentment has set in
all restlessness gone
The hour growing short
...
The older I get
the closer it seems
The past from the future
...