Archive for July, 2018


My Point, Exactly

She said
Look at me.  I’ve suffered no ill-effects.

I replied
That’s because it manifests holistically as your general demeanor
– you are essentially blind to the effect.

She gazed through me quizzically and asked
What the hell are you talking about?

Chagall 2018

The Underscent of Rain

I told her to run, come sniff the mint,
for it would never again smell like now.

Chagall 2018

I adored her partially because
she loved ground cherries too
and knew the right time for plucking
is just around sunset when the pods
are day-dry, sec sweet

Chagall 2018

The Bridge

on Twist n’ Shout John Lennon’s voice fucks up so smooth and good

Chagall 2018

To be sans emotion
suggests to me that
one’s never seen
– even once –
sand and ocean

Chagall 2018

Retrograde

She deleted a post a day
until her blog was unborn.

Chagall 2018

The Curator

My book will be a recollection of re-blogs
of other people’s rework of adaptations

Chagall 2018

Now We’re Cookin’

In the past I thought just flavor
but now I conceive technique.

Chagall 2018

Dead Serious

Life expectancy is a state of mind.
At 60 I tell myself I am less
than a tenth of the way there – to set the tone –
and my genes respond quite favorably.

Stop selling yourself short – get ready for the long haul.
Luxuriate in life and time.

Enough of this “60 is the new 40” crap.
600 anyone?

Chagall 2018

a tale,
emit,
alit on tines;
time,
timeless,
timelessness;
lament time,
I tell my tales,
all mine;
sentiment,
sentimental,
sentimentality;
mental state,
stalemate,
sameness;
names,
a mess,
me…I…;
limit,
limitless,
limitlessness;
miles yet,
I smile,
till I lie still;
sense,
senses,
sensate;
sans any timelines,
ill in time,
my last line;
senile,
senilely,
senility;
it lies,
in nil,
sans any tielines;
stillness,
stillnessless,
I see me all lit in tinsel.

Chagall 2018

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