The seer rolls her eyes, arms flail wildly,
she gasps, repeatedly exclaiming Oh my! as she pores
over the multitude of life-lines etched there on my palm.
Chagall 2019
The seer rolls her eyes, arms flail wildly,
she gasps, repeatedly exclaiming Oh my! as she pores
over the multitude of life-lines etched there on my palm.
Chagall 2019
Doctor said I got worse and worst news for you.
I said OK. What’s worse?
She said you got 24 hours.
I said OK. What’s worst?
She said, I really did try to call you yesterday.
This Bud’s for you.
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Parallel universes are a bitch.
Ever try juggling more than 2?
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spider webs
on my
guitar stand
there’s
filament
everywhere
so I tune
to gossamer
my tension
just right
at the peg
oh,
what a life
I’ve woven
strum me
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I have heard the sky distinctly
vocalize adoration
In fact
it’s the norm
The blue is a choir’s harmony,
that you’ll miss if you only see
Ride on clouds, look down
over people, wave, they gaze up
The deepest shadows
beneath you, above brightest light,
the first phantoms we see tonight
I may wish, I am told,
and I might
Tonight, somewhere,
is truth
A promise
to be good
Come true…
comes true!
The dizzying height
from stars looking down
is nothing but pure hallelujah
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I need a gal with a chipper,
a chipper, a chipper, to help me with
downed trees
I need a guy with a mower,
a mower, a mower, to help me with
patchy bent grass
I need a crew with clippers, big clippers,
to help me prune
canopies
I need another me, another arm
to steady my stand upon this bough
while I saw it out from under
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The candle is old, I remember when
its flame wavered in the window-breeze
behind the curtains of her walk-up flat,
the wick is waxed over, I pare it back
and light it one more time
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I just had a tussle – a major spat – in my mind,
in which I played both parts (I think there were only two…)
anyway, it went like this:
I, with a low-pitched voice, yell: Says who, you?
I, high-pitched now, respond: Yeah, me, that’s who!
A wrestling match ensues, and all I can see is
a ball of dust, an indiscernible mass of
these two entangled, rolling on the ground
Then, silence
As the victor, I have earned and am executing the privilege of
reaching out to you, to describe and to attest to
these events which took place
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Maybe it’s time
to resurrect
an old question:
Have you ever been
experienced?
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I say, “You have glitter all on your cheek.”
She says, “I believe those are nebulae.”
I look closer, see the stars, ponder, “Hmmm…”
She asks, “Why do you hum?”
Even amid the resonance, I can tell
she recognizes the tune, so I say,
“Hum along.”
And now we ponder
the wonder of her
together
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