Archive for August, 2015


Focal Point

What I thought were low patches of clear sky
were really high scatters of clouds.

Chagall 2015

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The breeze is welcome tonight,
blows gently from the southern tip
of the island.

The kitchen curtains
light and sheer, lift and fall,
lull and frail, alight and float
from this fire-escape.

A scouring sound, the street-cleaner’s truck
big brushes, soft cymbals, a slow waltz but jazz.

Someone sings the body fluorescent,
a silhouette there! hops between rooftops,
the lookout for errant low-flying dreams
flushes the pigeons from their coops
who turn to spirals of doves.

I am as young as this moment allows
but no less. I’ll have been here again.

And morning light blinds bright silver.

Chagall 2015

I knew you would say that.
Don’t believe me? Look!
I wrote this down in advance –
your words exactly, no?
You’re predictable in that way.
I watch you here from this open field,
you there in your seething cage,
but I will only wait so long.

Chagall 2015

The cut from your cheekbone
to your chinline down your neck
lies the flat plain above your cleavage
where it separates in two perfectly
aerodynamic curves that cannot be comprehended
on graph paper or by formulae

Chagall 2015

Yay Creation! TAKE 2

The cut from your cheekbone
to the line of your chin down your neck
to the flat plain above your cleavage
where it separates into two perfectly
aerodynamic curvatures that cannot be comprehended
on graph paper or by formulae

Chagall 2015

The cut from your cheekbone
to the line of your chin down your neck
to the flat plain above your cleavage
where it separates into two perfectly
aerodynamic curvatures that cannot be comprehended
on graph paper or by formulae, could only have been
conceived and made real by One who truly knows
the meaning of lust.

Chagall 2015

We all know what healthy tastes and feels like.
Stop being a chubby bastard and do the right thing.

$25.99 at better bookstores.

Chagall 2015

The mirror clearly said msispilos
so I took it and smashed it repeatedly,
vehemently before shocked onlookers
until all I had left was a single splinter
of the handle in my hand.

And that – as they say – is that.

Chagall 2015

Radio Free Mind

So often I am amazed to find
that poets appear
to have the same themes
on their minds
at the very same moment,
all tuned in
to WXYZ

Chagall 2015

Disturbed

Once in a shadow I rose
to greet an inquisitive sun,
yawned and stretched a while
to bask in its hot-white heat
before settling back down
to darkness.

Chagall 2015

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