I’m so cool
that brain freeze
thaws me
Chagall 2019
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Category: Poetry
The Special today is
all you can dream.
Chagall 2019
Watering the garden
I startled a rabbit
appeared to be lost
in prayer
She bolted a bit past the underbrush
but then turned and asked,
“Are you God?”
Chagall 2019
So accustomed to us
we are, and so unaware
of the alien inside
Chagall 2019
The untanned flesh
between her breasts
stands out like the cream
of an Oreo
Chagall 2019
Drizzle in the wetlands,
not rain but from morning’s
dewey canopy, the aroma
of green steam off the ferns,
joyous caws, mournful bellow
of doves, deep, resonant,
the sound of blowing into bottles,
sun so perfectly fractured into rays
catches ascending dust and insects,
tiny angels on the fly, I am so alive
without any hesitation to declare
indeed there is God.
Chagall 2019
Bugs who fly into your eye
are definitely suicidal.
Chagall 2019
I love the feeling when knickers slip off,
as waistbands start to descend
Chagall 2019
I wish I had stared at your face more,
seen sunlight refract to coax your colors
at every turn of the day, your image
failing my memory despite years
of having thought I saw
I will imagine starlight in your eyes tonight,
the play of shadow on your cheek,
the dark hollow of your neck,
as if I nestle there
I regret not having shaped my life
to behold you
Chagall 2019
I walk the long corridor, endless really,
not recognizing any of the writing on the doors,
the characters seemingly shift shape,
I’m unsure they’re even permanently etched,
fade in and out, light gray on gray,
the doors themselves without uniformity,
each a different size, no proportion,
without implication of what lies behind,
beyond
Chagall 2019
