love is not
seeking thanks
for kind acts
Chagall 2020
love is not
seeking thanks
for kind acts
Chagall 2020
the first time we had sex
she had lots of fun
the second go-around
was my turn
now we’re set
for the rubber match
Chagall 2020
I now understand that patient zero was
a young girl from the Bronx who had witnessed
her older brother being beaten to death on the street
and her heart first swelled
with anger and fear, but then released itself
into love oceanic
a desperate love for all humanity
for better days
the newscasters showed graphs all week
of how her love spread like a contagion
with people across all continents –
Antarctica included – infected
until finally
in a matter of days
we the people
of planet earth
throbbed as a
single loving
organism
for this, let us pray,
there is no vaccine
nor cure
Chagall 2020
HEY – ALL YOU RUSSIAN TROLLS
STOP LIKING MY POSTS AND FOLLOWING MY BLOG
CHAGALL
a Witness on my step, bible in hand, tells me that these are the end times,
I close the door as I bellow and beg to differ
I will not go gentle into the night
and I will likewise scream into the face of any good day
Chagall 2020
old and tired, her body arrayed with wires,
tubes in her arms with greater girth than her own wrists,
she turns to me and asks
What is a bucket list?
Chagall 2020
O’ would you like to swing on a star,
dangle from a comma?
Grab a handle and dance
Chagall 2020
Her dreams, like kites strung from her heart,
never take flight so she has severed their strings
From her roof, so near the edge,
kites on the horizon appear
half-way already to heaven
Chagall 2020
the involved mind is reams bound, perceptions woven,
crosshatched, all that we are
the assembly of tidy bundles,
of things that need to be
I open a window to let the strong breeze blow and scatter it all about,
oh, god how delicious the salt on the air, the wet primeval scent…
“…wane light, timeless light, faded surf on sand
foams slower tonight than when we used to stroll…”
all motion, sound, the heart…
simply stop
let us vow to continue to roam
in the face of this newfound vantage
Chagall 2020
It is better to make some money and regret not having made more,
than to lose and regret not having made any at all
Chagall 2020