Fully follow through on positions you’ve abandoned
to understand where you might have wound up
Chagall 2020
Fully follow through on positions you’ve abandoned
to understand where you might have wound up
Chagall 2020
she dances to Take 5
in 4/4 time while I spin
her hour glass
Brubeck glances
furtively up from the keys
black and white
like the cookies
not the people
in the high registers I find my night chills
solemn intervals, visceral melodies, the highball
glass forever a-tinkle
with ice
crunching down on
ice
gnawing, hoping
pining, swaying
watch her bounce a bit
her bottom bulbous
left hand stroll through the bass – or a standup slap-thumb
to drive a beat, walk the chromatic path up a thigh,
down a lane, to and fro, and Dave just keeps groovin’
in and out 5/4
Chagall 2020
I left there then
thinking life here
was passing me by,
and now it does, and
so it has
Chagall 2020
I wish I had loved you
and been loved by you
more
Chagall 2020
never pass on a pancake
mop up some syrup and put it in your pocket
snack on it later in the day
perhaps after vespers
Chagall 2020
All would wait till the car braked at the end of the path to turn,
before they stopped waving, but not me. I would run to my room and cry
for having not seen the red tail-lights.
Chagall 2020
I’m not looking for a writer
so much as I am a reader, and I’ll know
by what you write
In your hands, at the behest of your mind,
via the grace of God, lies potential timelessness
Fingers that hold a pen or shape a chord
can reign immortal in a moment
Count off…
Chagall 2020
take me aslant,
atilt with your words
show me faraway places
transcend time
with tense
dance through
all the wonder
you want me
to know
sing
with your faeries
nimbly
don’t detour
from that heart
Chagall 2020
whenever I hear jets overhead
I am fearful
the rumble in streets is more
like a roar
I am humbled by birdsong,
let there forever God be birdsong
Chagall 2020
you can never craft a winning message
without first understanding
and empathizing fully
with both sides
of the story
Chagall 2020