It’s slow
sometimes cinnamon
can seem like syrup
jazzy like cymbals
symbols streak my brain
maybe just my ears
an especially clear day weekend
overhead everywhere bi-planes!
Chagall 2015
Archive for November, 2015
She’d never known a tear
to defy gravity
They simply lift
invert then fall
little time
left now for wonder
Chagall 2015
I told her how freaky a chick she was
about the time that the mime walked in.
Chagall 2015
More than whispers, a whistle, in pert moonlight vespers
prayers through branches that sweep by my face, at this clip
too fast pace, I can easily traipse across lines lost except
for a glimpse of life pulses every now and then.
Curtsy, we bow throughout time, an elegant wakeful rest
is just all I can take at this moment, forgive me – how sad that we falter
I fall, every now and then.
Chagall 2015
I drove around
to window 1, yelled
Supersize me soporific!
I’m storing up surplus numb
for the winter
Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 