Damselflies alit
Broken flowers from afar
Atop bamboo sticks
Chagall 2018
Damselflies alit
Broken flowers from afar
Atop bamboo sticks
Chagall 2018
A hot wire
caffeinated
small spikes
emanate off
my being
I am barbed
receptors in
troughs jagged
hyper and omni
the internal scream
is louder than
any known noise
on the outside
thoughts ragged
then diffuse then
gone and I am
suspended in gray
a fade to a point
of most existence
alone on the path
of least resistance
a breath underwater
I trust won’t drown
in this bag of waters
I perceive
the universe is my caul
Chagall 2018
Having to be most svelte
when one needs comfort food most
Chagall 2018
She whispered that she was crudité.
I asked Don’t you mean erudite?
She replied Shush and come here, dip me in this vinaigrette.
Chagall 2018
footsteps in relief
well before washing away
the breaths I take cease
so suddenly, less frequent
my amazement at life is
more frequent, less sudden
looking back, the tide recedes
over ten tanned toes
Chagall 2018
Whisked away, we waltz
when music befalls us
in three-quarter time,
dervishly spinning,
your hand in mine, my
how we glide. Suddenly
the floor drops away, whee!
are skyborn.
Chagall 2018
Rather than accept,
probe, rethink,
for any new future
must emanate a quo
Chagall 2018
Light.
To where?
Chagall 2018
Bluejay dead
on wet gray pavers
Damselfly with
ripped diaphanous wing
Lost dog who
defers to your lead to find home
Any and all missed opportunities
Chagall 2018
To distance oneself
write poetry that
doesn’t pertain
to them. In time
they will realize
you’re gone.
Chgall 2018