Tonight at sunset, 7:06 P.M.,
I will light a yahrzeit, say
a Hail Mary, and shoot whiskey
down, in memory of his passing.
Chagall 2018
Archive for September, 2018
Post-Its should consider
a line of rolling papers,
branch out, take Big Bambu
head on.
Chagall 2018
Staten Island exists
because Cole Porter hits
need a rhyme for Manhattan
Chagall 2018
Birds have observed
that though we sing
we seldom fly.
Chagall 2018
It was me at the window that morning
Running my fingers along the lace tat
I watch you walk away so graceful
Of that day I remember very little
You turned, I ducked, I saw you blow kisses
You waved, I stood, at the corner you wait
I wait
You’ll come back like you always do
Chagall, September 12, 2015 (revised)
Something odd’s going on here
details I can’t figure out
so couldn’t recant
at some future
setting it up now
for later
some times
are more real
than others
remember?
Chagall 2018
saga rain
soaks Gaia
a queen without
need for a king
royally scented
scantily clad
wears just wind
earth now water
we are all
born drowning
Chagall 2018
Beyond lies sunset
No shadow cast upon ground
Light not everywhere
Chagall 2018
I indicate the space of less than an inch
between thumb to index finger and say
to the dying vine of the indeterminate
cherry tomato girdled about the trellis,
its golden leaves in the onset of autumn:
I remember you when you were only this tall
How I ache for Spring that has passed.
Chagall 2018
Under diffuse spray
silicate particles wash down
the filament, style and stigma,
of the strikingly gold squash petal.
Chagall 2018
Alphabet City 