Inhale to GoddessYouare only a blurin the foreground of mydrishti.
WrinklesThere is a history in your face, everyline that draws up anddown each curve.In just these few moments that I've met you,I see
little joys in...
up.where does it go? the never-ending staircase that leads up. upwardsto apocryphal sky, skywards to manna of open heavens
and i hear them climbing in the shadows. iron-pressed suits, shoe-horned bootshitting the hilt of lime...
Parrot in a Key West Laundromat
A parrot is perched on the rod of a laundromat cart,
its multi-colored feathers bright as the florescent lights above.
Its head moves about as if counting those who fold and...
WILDLIFE IN THE WARD
I approach the dying manlike he’s a poisonous snake.One step forward.Half a step back.He’s coiled up on the bed,his breath the only thing moving.But he could strike at any moment.There’s nothing...
Remembering de Chirico
Afternoon of heat the village asleep
Lovers drifting through as though
I have seen how geometry shapes
Footsteps making pale shadows a
breaching a negotiation
The art of you equals imperfection,cathedral of blistered hands, tattooed armsof blue & red & green. On your handsI would write pages of thunder, a catalogof stars. I would draw the shape of...