She handed me an oar
pointing to the small dugout
there on the bank
Row briskly
downstream
warily
God is
real
Life is naught –
a dream
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: sentience
I’ve quieted
my inner voice
by holding its head
underwater
an imaginary pond
there in the darkness
immersed until the bubbles
stop
till bright sun fills
the void to dry
up all the water
evaporates
leaves
no trace
behind
no evidence of voice simply
silence
only
now
Chagall 2016
From what,
for whom,
until when,
do all these
planets spin?
There below
on the dark side,
see them – aren’t those
lights?
We no longer
pay attention
nor pray
for those who
destroy the
blue pearl
Chagall 2016
On Mercury
its day is
longer than
its year
It’s all
about spin
the path
your journey
Chagall 2016
I sharpen my ellipsis
as I’ve got only one
expecting any sudden
opportunity to use it
as I please
Purposeful interposition of
space between
periods
to purport
more is
to come
Perhaps
I am
the ellipsis
Chagall 2016
She’s serving her country
since she’s young she has
shitty maintenance shifts
hours till dawn on the tarmac
guys give her crap all night
makes her long for home plus
she’s trying to finish up on-line
credits just shy of her bachelors
she was smart they all said
lately she’s been feeling
that way again with so much hope
for new starts going around
these days she prays more than wishes
she’ll find home again
Chagall 2016
So much life
in the vee of that tree
indeed lots astir
at the crotch
Chagall 2016
A whisper in a storm
hums poetic
melody for the deaf
astounding blind artists
who speak till silenced who
no longer levitate for fractures
to wings heal slowly you know
what freedom feels like –
remember?
Clear mind. Vibrant life.
Hope. Opportunity. Beautiful oxygen.
Chagall 2016
One day long
ago I lived
with a senorita
who scored
clave-shaker
duets for money
From the window
I shouted
It appears as if
snow is starting
to fall!
She whispered dryly
Then let’s let it
Chagall 2016
Deconstruct me
leave
a wake of
voids
Chagall 2016
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