words trace the mind’s objects
bold outlines, with a soft bleed to neighboring neurons
(neutrons? neutrinos maybe…)

an ascetic aesthetic sort of thing
primary colors, or heather mute tones
hit or miss on evocation

God
I love
vivid harmony,
the major 9th especially

consider:
live the actual, and
forget the “real”

tra-la

…and the reel we’ve danced more than once
– just think back –
life comes ’round now and then,
between fine courses of miracle

immaculate is timeless,
conceived in clear mind above it,
in it, with it, of it,
take it!

partake of words and
trace bold objects

Chagall 2018

they ask me where i’ll go
when i lose my mind

i tell them mountaintops
meadows, forests and timberlines

places where thought is
not needed

the crest of giant waves
on sands where i am erased
each step

every breath is the world – creation
at rest

atop my headless torso

Chagall 2018

Were the world to end,
I fear that future generations
will never rediscover pizza.

Chagall 2018

Deep wells in snow
where faithful collapse
onto knees to observe the light
emerges this life eternal
amid night’s teardrop
prayerful stars
a choir of hope
sostenuto
in the thin frost air
a scent of salvation
senses piqued
the Spirit
now a given
faith implies
no doubt
hearts sing
a cappella
the melody
of existence
each of us
a lyric
intervals
mesmerized tones

Chagall 2018

The best way to avoid being cut
is to stay above the blade

Chagall 2018

Time is the inference we make
between now and then, and so
to understand the implication
of that, is an act on the order
of the fifth dimension.

Mira, I think your shirt is on fire!

Chagall 2018

Piano!

C’mon an’ Clap with me –

Aw beep beep
Haaw beep beep

HAAAAAww BEEP BEEP

BANG BANG!

TURN IT UP!  IT’S FRIDAY NITE!

I am on the head of a photon stream from trillions of miles away

astride a beam of light

to say my hair is windblown
is an absolute understatement

patiently I await arrival
here, just only a moment from
now

the doors open and
I alight

on terra firma
somewhere

all I have loved
long gone

yet I am as fresh as
my passport photo

once was

Chagall 2018

I expel my breath

I can see it
shatter into all
the colors
of light

“There!” I yell.  I had heard it.  “The Song!”

respectfully, Chagall – 2018

Across the field, do you see him!
I see him

Quickly then,
let’s follow

Before he fades away

Snow light, so bright
first savior I see tonight

Please save me

Chagall 2018