Moon-tide is passed, long ago it would seem
but its only been eons ago.
Moon-crazy lady lie down.
All is swept up and done, now
the world’s fast asleep.
Crazy lady says, “Lie down, Moon!”
I remember nights that were once still before me,
mostly in summer, maybe spring.
Lazy lady-rivers fly down: moon crazy.
Lady lie down, haven’t seen you lately,
let’s await the next moon-tide meanwhile.
Chagall 2018
You turn a colander upside down
and place it atop the bowl of steaming jelly.
Next take a tea towel and put it like
a priest does on Sunday at communion’s end
lengthwise away from you, blocking the top holes of the colander mainly,
this way the steam vents through the sides,
helping the sauce to reduce.
And bugs don’t get in – well, some of them might, but not all.
It’s the best I’ve got.
Chagall 2018
…and just a touch of crush.
Of course I mean crushed red.
Chagall 2018
All the light
I see tonight
is yours.
Moon crazy
scrolled shadows
along the fence.
Every cursive glint,
each specular hint
is you.
You remind darkened earth
of passing day and the lost reflections of sun.
Chagall 2018
Revision of Madam Luna from 2013
Potluck tacos and beer tonight,
potluck tacos and beer!
Empty the fridge and heat it all up,
potluck tacos and beer!
Mix some masa, water and fry ’em
they are toothy, wholesome and sweet,
and these are the perfect companion
for your condiments, veggies and meat.
Oh… Potluck tacos and beer tonight,
potluck tacos and beer – no enchiladas
BIG FINISH
… potluck…
boomboom
tacos…
boom
and beeeeeeeeeeeeer! (Someone hit that high note pleeeeeeease! – YEAH)
Thank you – goodnight and drive safely
Chagall 2018
She said
Look at me. I’ve suffered no ill-effects.
I replied
That’s because it manifests holistically as your general demeanor
– you are essentially blind to the effect.
She gazed through me quizzically and asked
What the hell are you talking about?
Chagall 2018
I told her to run, come sniff the mint,
for it would never again smell like now.
Chagall 2018
I adored her partially because
she loved ground cherries too
and knew the right time for plucking
is just around sunset when the pods
are day-dry, sec sweet
Chagall 2018
on Twist n’ Shout John Lennon’s voice fucks up so smooth and good
Chagall 2018
To be sans emotion
suggests to me that
one’s never seen
– even once –
sand and ocean
Chagall 2018
Alphabet City 