my great-aunt was an elegant beauty.
my piano sounds ticklingly lovely.
my combustion engine runs without a ping.
4.5-billion-year-old earth water air:
We’re having a grand old time, ain’t we?
The hour was early as I sat my silent vigil in the dark.
Well, not so silent, really.
The askance-glancing cat did not
The partner roused, with thanks
The paperwork was in order. All phone numbers wrong,
Needles stuck, gas flowed, not sure if
“Walk on the Wild Side”
was appropriate soundtrack, but hey.
Rock n roll.
Back home and comfy, but
no poem today.
I give you these flowers
hyacinths and lilacs
their scent preceded me into the room.
Do you know where purple comes from?
A sheet of blood over a blue, blue sky
fire on water
sadness embracing anger.
I brought you these flowers
because you love me
and all the contrasting colors
(colliding, absorbing each other)
that I am.
on the porch.
It wants some riding.
Now the sunshine
Pushes the “on” button –
La famille nombreuse by Max Ernst
It is usually simple.
I am elsewhere, they are in another where.
Not quite shades, not quite present.
Bone, blood connected over the wires.
Here, I am in the soup,
the flavors multivalent,
a bit too salty
even for my taste.
A family full of matriarchs.