Before The Dogs Gather Round (2025)

Following your childlike grace,

I crouch amongst creeping thickets

To find you, coolly perched ,

On a sapling branch,

Untouched by Time’s sickle.

You sing me a wild buck’s serenade,

With madness and magnificence!

A celebration I waited all year long,

Yet, a battle plagues my mind -

Shall I bask in your eternal song,

Or rehearse my bloated gloats,

For the pub’s skeptics and hunters,

Scoffing in their red riding coats?

Before the dogs gather round,

And Time turns his fickle

Eyes towards my frown,

Sing me another wild song

While you flitter,

Hither and thither -

Before your hollow bones

Flash into a raindrop and

You fly away from me,

And my sad civility,

On the evening’s tail!

Posthaste. (2024)

Climb over the fences 

Of my mind,

Sing a ditty 

Before the jealous moon finds,

Your poetic lines

Sleeping in my ear,

Borrowed lines that push

Pacify my morning tears.

Point your ship westwards,

Before the albatross

And the weathered shepherd

Surrender,

To Heaven’s dying light.

Come meet me at my fence

Tomorrow night,

Before it’s too late -

Posthaste.