the moment – now – is heavy syrup,
laden weighted-down, such is the feeling
of timeless
I nod: “…until then, then.”
each memory is an interim
state before the next forgotten
what goes must start
from inside this edge
there! – a glimpse of firelight
all through my brain
stuttering,
uttering sparks
intended to kindle
being
and I bootstrap
another I
unknowingly
Chagall 2019
all the music ever written
is as was intended, note for note
Chagall 2019
the slightest drizzle,
the random rat-a-tat
of raindrops on grass blades
bent, snapping at the tip
like hipsters
leaves shape small trampolines
upon which the raindrops somersault
albeit tiny bounces
and I am afloat on a miniature barge
with a sail on a makeshift mast
lost in the puddle there
down beyond the swirl of the eddies
where darker water flows,
where the current picks up speed –
clean, clear
manic speed
gliding – a downhill racer through the calm crest that lasts only a moment
to the fall that never ends
in a froth,
an oxygenated frenzy
(all a-bubble)
I am no more than the sum
of the rain and the stars
that comprise me
it had started
as such a light rain
Chagall 2019
9
…she said the men on the roof would go away if I breathed regular and counted to…
10
Nothing here
is now everywhere
and nowhere is quite center
Chagall 2019
Are you the littlest as well?
she bellowed
I am
I replied,
acutely aware of her luminance, she an ancient star
just beyond the purview of my lowered eyes
Still, I was the last
with all before me
And so she softened
Come forward…
Chagall 2019
I bent to pick up a piece and feared
they thought I’d knelt to pray
Chagall 2019
And I will bring sweet late berries,
alit upon lips they’ll remind of first Spring,
on tongues the Summers, through the eye Autumn,
to the body Winter
Chagall 2019
I keep a lock of words
under my pillow, soft curls
of thought I gather around
my mind
Garrulous gossamer,
I dream on poems deconstructed,
raw diphthongs
whose rhymes are these, I once knew
…and miles of meter before I rest
I am
bic
Chagall 2019
(to be read aloud)
See how the change changes,
how the changed change?
Chagall 2019
(I never met a morpho sis I didn’t like)
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