No
tge
tti
nge
nou
gha
ir!
Chagall 2016
Archive for February, 2016
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
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
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
Floored poems
need love too
Chagall 2016
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
I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here
Chagall 2016
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
Alphabet City 