Thursday, March 30, 2006

A karma wallop

The taffeta scarf hung-
no, clung-
to the butt end of the
subway stair rail
as if a bag woman
had used the banister as a slide
and vanished into thin air
at the end of her ride

Sunday, March 26, 2006

I've committed myself

I’ve committed myself to real rituals
Less habits
I’ve committed myself to more fiscal
Sensibility
I’ve committed myself to time
To the clock
I’ve committed myself to more green lights
Less stops
Committed myself to less known
More a mystery
I’ve committed myself to the future
Not history
I’ve committed myself to trust
To loyalty
I’ve committed myself to living a little less
Royalty
I’ve committed myself, some say too soon,
To what is love?
I’ve committed myself over distance
Under spun
I’ve committed myself, more to air
Environment
I’ve committed myself, often poor
Never spent
I’m committing myself
To the nearest asylum

Come commit with me
We’ll meet ‘em greet ‘em
Wine ‘em dine ‘em
Then defile them
Come commit
Admit to insanity
I am out of my mind
I have finally realized it

Thursday, March 23, 2006

My guess is that gas squiggles




In the Alphabetic labyrinth, the "g" has lost its squiggle
We all have fonts
but the contemporary "g" is a circle with a leftward hook
I like the Georgia lowercase "g"
The Carolingian kind
My pastime doodle is the symbol for
one ten-thousandth of a tesla-
Gravity, too
g

I like g's like she likes stars
I am convinced real stars are not truly penta-pointed shaped

Hydrogen and helium gaseous bodies
Follow me here: stars aren't generic, symmetrical symbols
Stars aren't perfectly pointed shapes
When a star is described in all its glory
It is an equilibrium between
compressional force of gravity
and
outward pressure of radiation
resulting from internal thermonuclear
fusion reactions

Can such a celestial body be summed up
in a child's favorite shape to draw
so simply upon the page?

Stars are shapeless, saggy gaseous
I see stars as squiggly g's
A sky sea of g-stars

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Giorgios Qure-lacroix Retsinas



Wears an invisible pocket watch
gold- clashing bulky
fake locket rings
He's bleeding teeth with a shot
of whiskey to wash it down
Compulsion and all the leaves
that leave the tree too early
jumping down, not to land
but to float along the
gravel path, between the
shadowalleys and over
roadblockades
A carved tree, sewn back together by a
chinese artist
A tryst - a kiss - an untouchable
miss
He's dissonance and rhythm
dance and rhyme
He only wakes early
when he doesn't know the time.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Used to be night to me

People say I'm crazed, deranged
to wake before the sun
sheds it's rays
but I think it's fun
you'd be amazed
how many conversations
commence, develop and deliberate
inside your mind at such a time
6 am or earlier
nothing to do
but unfurl ideas- conjugate

Monday, March 06, 2006

You two

I sense tension
The room’s a crowded two dimension apartment kitchen
In which we have no choice but to
Slide by
One another
Sometimes knocking the gas stove in the on postion