when I was a child I would often awaken in the middle of the night to a world that had slowed time would take on a macabre dimension, a drawl I felt as if moving through syrup with a voice not my own inside my head, more a sense of a presence, a grinning, derisive entity that hovered inside me and I would call my Mom and she would soothe me, we'd sit at the kitchen table, she smoking a cigarette wearily, while I would wait for the feeling to pass later in life I would rest on the couch regularly, mid-day after school, and successfully will myself to exit my body, float into the kitchen and bounce above the cabinets there one time I turned my attention outside and knocked over a trash can that sat at the curb awaiting pickup now I find I am anticipating correctly things that are about to happen, sending people mirrors of their own texts at precisely the moment they send me theirs, as demonstrated numerous times these past days friends are forever saying "you must've read my mind..." I am again in slow time, afloat and prescient Chagall 2021
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Before we rely on intelligence of the artificial sort to ruin our lives, shouldn't we assure ourselves that we have sufficient quantity of the natural kind on which to found it? Chagall 2021
the acidity of the supper rips her supple lips to pieces but a daub of care, a sweeping tongue there, makes it fine Chagall 2021
I am startled by reflections in glass, exciting further reflections once I am once removed I am no longer the shortest distance between two points is today a jagged line I curate my catalog of memories and that of my dreams into a single volume in time for the burning but out of step with the geese I go deep underground to make love with mycorrhizae as sad as I I used to be a fun guy Chagall 2021
The noise is deafening; startled, I run to see There strewn about the hallowed ground, injured and writhing, a host of better angels Chagall 2021
I can't keep track of whom I'm mourning, too many leaving too quickly, a chorus forgotten, faces overlap in my heart, small souvenirs, mementos in cameo, loved ones in bit-parts I waited lifetimes to see and now they're gone disappeared, slipped away, sound bytes on my inner ear without replay deep below my eyes I fall forever inward there is a downpour in the hollow of my body, the distant thunder close now despite the faded rumble the evaporating shimmer, the last vestige of having been heard, head down, shoulders resigned to the weight, the compression of billions of light years atop the spine, energy density, kinetic wherewithal, frenetic withdrawal where is everybody going? better don't take me with you - without me who would remain for you to be missed? on the face of the water the air must remain perfectly still for You to be mist more than a smoke ring, an eternal cloud of whimsy in search of reenactment reanimation rebirth life anew cc: CC 2021 Written for dearest Norman, Lottie, Ginny, Tricia, Arthur, Carol, and Kelly Until we meet again - ci vediamo
Sun shows up our pain, life goes on now when she ends, if only bells tolled cc: CC 2021
nowadays I can practically will it to happen incredulous you imbecile you unstable untenable you impenetrable ...once upon a time you no love nowhere the dark spot hold on commence full glide cc: CC 2021
I told her the popcorn would come in handy and indeed it saved her life cc: CC 2021
sometimes I forget what day it is and whether I am awaiting your return from work or a train or your errand downtown some weekend and who I might be while in waiting I write a song so beautiful I cry so that I cannot sing it cc: CC 2021
