I told her
as you had asked
that she knew nothing of moons
that it was waxing and gibbous
and she replied to tell you that
you are an idiot as anyone can see
that it’s nothing of the sort
but indeed instead waning crescent
She added
it comes with old age
then she gave me this kiss and this locket
she said that you’d know
Chagall 2016
Tell her for me
she knows nothing
about moons
It’s waxing and gibbous,
there’s nothing more to be said
Chagall 2016
I’ve no hatches to batten
down and round I go
in a spin
ancient
dark funk
Goodnight to all along Battenkill
(frigging spellchecker never heard of the place nor the river)
How many pounds of flower
does it take to hold one down
and round I go
in a spin
some sort of voodoo
I take it
I gather
assemble all I can
we take us with us
by the tree on my count
let’s mark time briskly
we escape
one by
one
Regather
two
by two
slithering down
and around I’m gone
in a spin
merely light minutes
away
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 