My o’ m(eye)
might as well
dot your ((eyes))
with hearts
Chagall 2019
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Can you tell me which way is up today?
The Ducks of Same-mind seem to think
that it’s down, but we all know better –
don’t we?
Turvy turns topsy, flopsie and mopsie,
fine Rabbits aligned in a row,
their impetuous nostril flares
ignite the ado
Unhand – but first, untie – me,
…ain’t got nothing but love, babe
on this 8th day of the week
Gods from Magog swarm all around,
while we sing solemn psalms underground
with a teary eye to the coast
and the salt sea spray
upon our lips like new life
inhale with me
this sweetest air
of freedom’s undulation
Chagall 2019
Upon the sea
atop the waves
a pair of ankles
inverted
Alone, underwater
billows of hair and
algae tendrils
I smile because
I find I can breathe
as I did once
in mama’s belly
Feel then fill
the gills till
they’re full!
I ascend
explode into air
Chagall 2019
The shadows dance along the wall
and yet the room is still.
Chagall 2019
They come,
they eat our food,
they sleep in our beds,
and sometimes they take our women…
brothers-in-law – who needs ’em!
Chagall 2019
I wait, unable to proceed:
the interim
between here and neither
I’ve petals to be picked
an about-face looms
if time shall pass
unable to start, this cusp
lines finely the point of departure
to no return, to no avail
how I wish it would rain,
turn drizzle to pellets
to floods, wash over me
watch over me
someone anywhere
ensnarled: this space
within prayer
Chagall 2019
I’m so cool
that brain freeze
thaws me
Chagall 2019
The Special today is
all you can dream.
Chagall 2019
Watering the garden
I startled a rabbit
appeared to be lost
in prayer
She bolted a bit past the underbrush
but then turned and asked,
“Are you God?”
Chagall 2019
So accustomed to us
we are, and so unaware
of the alien inside
Chagall 2019
Alphabet City 