Open about you,
retain the last line for God
and never use “and”
Chagall 2019
…and don’t punctuate!
Tag Archive: form
We all understood it
at the same time
But I was able
to articulate it swiftly
So
sue me
Chagall 2016
Sometimes
unexpectedly
greys – candy-finished blacks
bursts of day-glo color
then everything goes
misted white again
Chagall 2016
A word, a blank page no more;
this is where couplets end.
From hereon in
strange waters.
The next view must speak louder
than nothing – if not, why bother?
Pictures are an option
just not here.
Help me to pluck ideas
from all these implicit ellipses.
Chagall 2016
When I am tired but inspired
I turn minimalism
Chagall 2015
I have memories
of being in echelon
which means that at one time
I must have flown
I can feel
where wings connected
between biceps and pectorals
the backward sweep of deltoids
to where flight would have taken hold
like a clamp
we hang low in the pocket in the rush of fresh air
hundreds of feet high in a V across calibrated
stagger as if random we bank in a frolic
as one gaining air on the others steep turns
tightly so much torque but our bodies are made
for bending flexing near breaking
Our hearts are different
not so resilient, they snap
because they’re unforgiving
Chagall 2016
Too much optimism is cloying
while actuality is not quite as stark
as the realists might think
There is truth in the ground
but one needs to make figure
go away to see dark matter
The two profiles are the urn
a kiss creates then spills an ewer of honey
making for sticky back and fore grounds
Your aroma is metal, flinty
yet underneath sweet like talc
provoked aflame you are caramel
Stretched, kept in contact too long we fuse
the undersides along the length of our arms
our bellies plus our thighs adhere
Erasing the lines that define us
we become amorphous form with shading
Chagall 2016
Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here is God’s reserve
Chagall 2015
Timeless being first
Then every man and woman
Here’s reserved for Gods
Chagall 2015
slow moving clouds golden linings frilly peach
white edges glide through blue sky
i dance like a zephyr
in treetops i listen
frosted wintry stars
ancient calls to yonder
window breaks she reaches
my hand slips she falls
falling backwards
in midair
float
gently
down
to
the ground
Chagall 2015
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