Before time there wasn’t only
incessant heartbeat
Humans though water are merely steam
no less of all things
The moment before you knocked
the door swings open wide: you arrive
The ones already in search continue
long before you’re here
And wordless reads best
though you can’t remember
I relish the sizzle
when we meet ice
How we burn
underneath the numb
Chagall 2016
At every step of the process I sample,
first the raw sweet dough,
the loaf once baked, sliced,
baked twice (one side), flipped
twice-baked (both sides)
plain then iced then dunked
homemade biscotti
Chagall 2016
I asked her was it
real bamboo – the bambusa multiplex sort
she said no, she did not think so
and was I referencing zappa
about the poncho, was it real –
a mexican or a sears poncho?
I said no, I didn’t think so
but bamboo grows big
it’s good to know
especially if you live upstairs
above all when it rains
Chagall 2016
You keep seeing me from the outside in
I think that’s good
she said
Up to a point I’m guessing
then it demands
deeper dives
A roil – yes there must be
one of those – a tussle
some physical fabrication
Two bodies meshed – or is it fused?
I think it’s just sliding
gliding really
Chagall 2016
I’d become so adept
at obfuscating my point of view
that I had others convinced
I aligned to the alternative
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 