Excerpt from “Passing Through the Ghost”

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The second poetry book filled with forty one poems of current work, deals with pretty much, all the same stuff the first book contains. I’d like to think it’s more well honed than the first, but really it appears to be a tie.

The Beauty of John Keats

I used to hate
John Keats
His idea of
Beauty and truth

Hacking his Tuberculosis
Into a Grecian Urn

Making me feel
Obligated
To dig deeper
Look past
My cynicism

The Angst
By which I
Reveled

Wallowed
And drowned

But truth lives deep
Within the soul
The ugliness
Compounded daily
Hiding the beauty

Isn’t it all beauty?

Ugliness is
The truth of beauty
A textured magnificence
The tapestry
Of our existence

For in truth
There is no ugliness

Only

A misguided attempt
At self
Destruction