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

Advertisements

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

%d bloggers like this: