The Wages Of Sin

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The Wa…






A late night deposit
  from my spirit to my soul

A transfer without interest
  its currency stole

The main door won’t open,
  the drive-thru is dark

One last check to write
  with my chariot parked

The clerk’s eyes on fire,
  as she asks me my name

“It’s there on the check”
  I repeat in refrain

“Your last transfer I see,
  we’ll be losing you now

“The account to be closed
  —take the elevator down”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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