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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

Meant Run

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

Luscious Bow (for Jo)

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

Soil Doesn’t Stain

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

Far Too Soon, Close To Many

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


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

no love

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

Sweet Abetting

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

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