As I feel about
the world around me
I realize there’s so much
about human nature that
I just don’t comprehend.
Chagall 2015
Category: Writing
Droplets
crystalline
tone
so quiet here
snow underfoot
crunch stones
of ice
quite pious here
light
astigmatic
stars
halos awash
in twilight
breathless, yet see
how my breath escapes me
I am frozen regaled
in powder-blue night
Chagall 2015
Crisp incessant smacks across faces
then tears flow deliciously lips
lick my lashes
leaving me only
more lonely than now
She waits in style for moments to gather
her future is wrapped in red sash
or maybe her past
peeks through
There it goes again
on the breeze when suddenly
I drop
Dizzy in spirals
from heights attained glory
repeating some wordy world view
Wouldn’t you?
Coo-ka-choo
Tangled in branches
snarled in the bramble
I scurry to the roar of the falls
Aqueous foam
it’s oxygen-rich here
massive turbulence
magnetic churn of moon tides
I will not
hold on
I will not restrain
the flow
I will plummet headfirst
ride the scree like an aquanaut
I pray to be crushed
under oceans of water
reborn in a niched quiet eddy
on my back in warm sunlight
I croon
with these long extinct birds
Chagall 2015
It’s a two-player game
and the rules – she said – are few
Existentialists make it true,
find at least one who does
While universalists search
for the one who doesn’t
I kissed her goodbye, expressionless
humbled, ignorant
Propositionally speaking,
this was bound to happen,
proof by exhaustion
But man do I miss her cooking!
Chagall 2015
On guitar I played phrases
turned and inverted to prove
my love soars more than melody
Beyond that I can’t even
begin to remember
Uncertain where dulcet
turns somber
turn, dip, samba sways,
more nighttime, these
dazes, I stagger
Arpeggios of frozen air
trickle, trip, keep trickling
tickling my mouth, merging with spirit
erupting in steel
Solid steel
I am
immovable. I
am . . .
Chagall 2015
I showed her my move
called the Naked Heimlich
She loves it,
hasn’t left since
Chagall 2015
In my dream my father removes his tie
and hands it to me saying
Merry Christmas C
I take it from him folding it gently
in half, the silk rough to the touch
I ask him
Is there a heaven, Dad?
He smiles, we embrace,
his cheek smoother than I’d imagined
and before he can answer, he’s gone
Chagall 2015
How adeptly we use
our opposing thumb
to screw-up all
that surrounds us
Chagall 2015
I am moving off the grid
no longer found
at the intersection
of any lat or long -itude
confined within no cell
prescribed
there’s the writing
on the wall
you’ll see it once
you reassemble it
though it reads more
like graffiti
so sweetie I’m going
far
far
away
Chagall 2015
Sun despite our pain
Although life goes on it ends
Where bells toll, bells toll
Chagall 2015
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