Archive for February, 2016


Choking

No
tge
tti
nge
nou
gha
ir!

Chagall 2016

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She wipes her tears away
a soft fold of white tat
lace doesn’t daub well
merely smears the sadness
she feels, has always felt

She’d rather it rain down
blow a hole inside her soul
hollow out the echoes once again
blues – nothing but blues wash her
away to find lost paradise

Chagall 2016

Peace

I sharpen my ellipsis
as I’ve got only one
expecting any sudden
opportunity to use it
as I please

Purposeful interposition of
space between
periods

to purport
more is
to come

Perhaps
I am
the ellipsis

Chagall 2016

Circuitous

I yearn for the happiness
that you do not feel

I vibrate my total being
to will it so

I learn instead that
love can grow from sorrow

Chagall 2016

Dele Or Stet?

Floored poems
need love too

Chagall 2016

Unsung Hero

She’s serving her country
since she’s young she has
shitty maintenance shifts
hours till dawn on the tarmac
guys give her crap all night
makes her long for home plus
she’s trying to finish up on-line
credits just shy of her bachelors
she was smart they all said
lately she’s been feeling
that way again with so much hope
for new starts going around
these days she prays more than wishes
she’ll find home again

Chagall 2016

Pine

I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here

Chagall 2016

Yard Sale

I
Primitive platinum Pachucan thimble
used just once to sew eyes shut

Peruvian glass slippers
for dancing the see-thru night away

Paraguayan parasols atop park benches
to poke Uruguayans who sleep there

II
Polish kielbasa
grilled on a roll, mustard/sauerkraut

Purple grape pixie sticks
sweet never opened

III
Princeton genius ponders
atoms of a moth-eaten sweater

IV
People everywhere
praying

V
People everywhere
preying

Chagall 2016

So much life
in the vee of that tree
indeed lots astir
at the crotch

Chagall 2016

The hot water of the shower spray
feels great on her face, after
an all-night cry

Who knew such
a recurring but
fleeting thought
could provoke so
many tears?

Under the mist
she promises
herself today
will be no different

Chagall 2016

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