Alphabet City

I asked
But can’t I have both?

She said
Sorry, only one –
the Tickle or wisdom?

Chagall 2018

Chugalugged a smoothie and
now have pineapple brain freeze.

Chagall 2018

moons on the wane break hearts
while those that wax bring nothing
but hope

we grow larger each step
in surf too warm, in light too bright
to be real

footsteps in relief
well before washing away

Chagall 2018
harvest and revision of a piece from 2013

Butterflies paired
fly different patterns than
those assembled in trio where
the sense of deferral
is greater

Chagall 2018

Form precedes light
yet shadows proceed

From here by and
large I am microscopic

Silence breaks as if through prisms
to show sound’s color

The actual unravels
as a hand and a story unfolds

It says that the good magician conceals
her reveal

Chagall 2018

I see images skirt in glass,
reflections of things that are
no longer there when I turn

Chagall 2018

I love to watch
your lips while you say
I tie your tie
you tie my tie

Chagall 2018

Wow
she said
that is one incessantly ticking clock!

To which I remarked
No, that’s the overhead fan

Chagall 2018

Everybody has
an agenda – even
the agenda-less

Chagall 2018

Too many people
held in my heart
each day

Chagall 2018