no one
sounds like you
so be you;
the voice
you censor is
the sublime
Chagall 2019
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She said
I view people as landscapes,
vistas – lands to peruse and traverse,
expanses of flesh and emotion spread wide
I paint them with horizon lines converged on infinity,
a palette of trillions of colors
My technique – my goal – is to render each
with a single continuous stroke
Chagall 2019
In the wink of an eye,
she blinked, for that
is how things are done.
At the drop of a hat,
her beret flew away,
and that’s how things
are done.
At a moment’s notice,
she arrived at Now,
it’s done that way.
In the nick of time,
her heart skipped a second,
along the way.
The spirit of the times,
she’s been whisked to a new life,
another day.
Chagall 2019
How many times must I tell you,
you cannot lick the blender’s blade!
Chagall 2019
spider web hangs like a static wisp of smoke
in the corner up high, left of the screen door
bi-plane buzzes overhead, pulls a sign says
welcome to the new day
everywhere bells
greet suns
freshly birthed
Chagall 2019
Want to be a good gardener?
Listen to the plant:
it will scream and point,
…please cut me here.
Chagall 2019
The lake is dark and placid,
the dock across the way is lined
with red and blue lights
shifting patterns reflected
on the water, reminds me
of far-away, and I am alone
wondering where all of you
have gone, those who stayed-
up all night, buzzed, filled
with thought and talk, excited
to be, alive, anticipation,
the next throb, the heart,
the soft touch of lips inverting
the mind and time, I yearn for
the endless night that was,
alone here alongside the water.
Chagall 2019
I’d performed more than half my routine
long before mid-morning, and still she hadn’t left.
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I wondered
if there was
anything
I was
to omit
focused on
the small things
so big things
weren’t real
the soothed buzz
of an open field
sun drenches
acres
the emanation
of light
consumes me
until
is me
pin-pricked
water balloon
inside releases
and now no need
for finer details
no no-more
any more
Chagall 2019
She said
At the count of three
I will snap my fingers
and you will awake
At 2, she was struck dead.
Chagall 2019
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