I have decided to eat fewer homemade donuts,
therefore I will need to make fewer batches,
thereby saving me time.
Chagall 2019
Archive for March, 2019
There are chords my guitar has never played,
yet is perfectly capable of doing so.
Chagall 2019
She said, “I really like music,
I’m even considering getting a tattoo.”
Chagall 2019
He smacked the turntable, the needle tracked
its scratch deep across the vinyl, over the club’s speakers –
amplified – it sounded like a buzzsaw whipping through the center of the building
What have you guys been smoking?
he screamed
I leaned over and offered “…or not,
sounds more like it to me.”
Chagall 2019
All vices involve
a tickle
Chagall 2019
If you have to remove the oblongata,
if you really gotta, I told the doctor
just the other day, then do it, I know
you’re gonna do it, so do it already
if you gotta
Siamo d’accordo,
Godspeed, till nerve messages
pass this way again; the road least travelled
I vow: no poems left behind,
every dead synapse and lost memory
is a note-to-self to write an ode,
construct a new lyric, find another vein
O’ what a lode we tap in this web we weave-o,
out, out, you momentary flickers, shadows thrown by footlights
I remember when once we were coy,
rarely beguiled as such since
And to think I almost thought that some mention of me
would make sense here
I would throw it all away for the right sway
in time, long glides on spongy floors, all of our limbs forsaken
in little boxes of meter
And then what?
Work with me to isolate the desperation of that last question
And now what?
One cannot traipse where there is no floor,
or so the Buddha in me appears to want to emphasize,
despite being appropriately hoofed and choreographed
One can always mention the lack of any making
as a statement confirming some making, if only
by its meandering self-reference
Once I juggled a galaxy, the details way too small and infinitely numbered
to describe in the space we are allotted here
And so you must trust me – create a fair coin-toss
without ever having met me
What say you – heads or tails?
Chagall 2019
The rabbit told me they loved the snow,
the warm underground, dark and quiet
save the sound of restful breathing.
Chagall 2019
We don’t need a new list – I shouted –
what we do need is a list of locations of previous lists!
Chagall 2019
Alphabet City 