Category: Poetry


That’s Right!

I’m so cool
that brain freeze
thaws me

Chagall 2019

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The Special today is
all you can dream.

Chagall 2019

Art in Heaven

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

Inured

So accustomed to us
we are, and so unaware
of the alien inside

Chagall 2019

Eat the Cookie First?

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

The Tearing Melt

Bugs who fly into your eye
are definitely suicidal.

Chagall 2019

The Electric Hurdle

I love the feeling when knickers slip off,
as waistbands start to descend

Chagall 2019

The Glimpse

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

Stroll Macabre

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

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