In the granite
of the mountain
that separates
me from her I
chiseled:
Sarah,
I’ll be
back in 5.
Chagall 2016
Archive for March, 2016
Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
TAKE 2
We are tidal locked
face to face we move
each others waves
A cooing moon
you turn
we spoon
Two sink deep
to hold breath
underwater
Alright, O.K. – not a bad revision.
Chagall 2016
Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
Chagall 2016
I radiate your heat
right back at you
Growing warm
beneath your dome
emitting infrared
You: my
greenhouse effect
Chagall 2016
From what,
for whom,
until when,
do all these
planets spin?
There below
on the dark side,
see them – aren’t those
lights?
We no longer
pay attention
nor pray
for those who
destroy the
blue pearl
Chagall 2016
In 1957
Soviets sent a dog
named Laika into space
aboard Sputnik 2 –
the first earthling
in orbit ever
She did not
survive the trip
I imagine she barked
in space all alone
jumping at comets
she saw out her window
tail and tongue wagging
until finally subsiding
to a sad whimper dying
closer to heaven than
any had ever attained
Chagall 2016
On Mercury
its day is
longer than
its year
It’s all
about spin
the path
your journey
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arid
dry
rhinos
landed
today
oh
that’s
what
that
smell
is!
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 