You can’t be impatient while it cools and then
complain the icing hasn’t had time to set
And not everybody needs to know
the recipe makes a dozen
Chagall 2019
Archive for January, 2019
I step aside as the laurels fall back upon me,
allow them to hit the floor solidly, a single thud
reverberates for a moment on the hollow between beams,
then dies – a memorial to blue noise, God as ocean
upon which I rode when newborn, a powdery surfer,
puckered and sweet, alert to the new day
Then prescient; occurring now
before buoys of word harbors,
life interceding
I live
to jot
iota on the fly!
Don’t forget me not
Chagall 2019
If I ever learn to fly
I will fly just high enough
to clear first-story windows
Chagall 2019
I am cold tall pine
Terns bank away in echelon
God braces mid-air
Chagall 2019
My ophthalmologist said
I ‘m concerned about those flashing stars you’re seeing
I said
Doc, so am I – I think they need our help!
Chagall 2019
The rosemary toast so crisp and
the fig jam so delicious, the sound of
my own chewing inside my head –
I didn’t even hear you come in!
Chagall 2019
I startled myself today
peeking through a glass
reflected in a window
Chagall 2019
I remember (once) stringing my Strat with nylon
Then I turned the twin reverb on:
no magnetics, no sound
but great action
My friend Pete played so loud
we bought him a number 11 jersey
Vovo would pan for seeds down
inclined album covers
Sara would flick ashes onto her jeans
and rub it in to add wear
And Bob Smith (true name)
stole my Sunn concert lead amp-head and
my Zimgar conga shells
that I bought from Benitez
in the early ’70s; old-Robby
one morning vacated the house we
used for practice
S**thead couldn’t even keep a beat
Chagall 2019
She’s the real deal,
she has heart.
Chagall 2019
Odd how the shadows across the splay of the music
are out of sync with the movement of my own hands
Whose hands are interceding with the fall of the light!
There’s a clock in the room beside me beats incessant time
like a wave runner would
I’ve gone under, I keep going under, I don’t like going under
I’m so tempted to rhyme with asunder,
so I look it up quickly to be certain I know what it means
So as not to be caught off guard
I wouldn’t want to be caught off guard
I don’t like to be caught off guard
Chagall 2019
Alphabet City 