Light On Her Feet

Dancing

On the ceiling

Two-stepping

Waltzing

Gliding to music

Unplayed, unheard

Songs of fervor

Notes dangling

From the chandelier

—–

From the chandelier

Notes dangling

Songs of fervor

Unplayed, unheard

Gliding to music

Waltzing

Two-stepping

On the ceiling

Dancing

Moon Garden

we planted by the

light of the moon

guided by the pearly translucence

when the astronomical signs

say earth is most fertile

and results premium

ignoring the whirligig doublespeak

of scientific gurus

Pedal Power

- Zwobel
– Zwobel

She pedaled until her shoes bled red

Riding away from nothing

In particular

Riding toward something

Yet unknown

She peddled until the wheels fell off

Riding away from

The familiar

Riding toward

A stranger

She pedaled until her brakes locked up

And she was thrown

headlong

Into the here and now

The Treat Treaty

it was a treat that

bag of chips to

be savored

eaten over days shared

with friends but

once i heard the crinkling

paper and the tear

of the foil vessel that held

those crunchy chips once

i felt the whisper of air

as it escaped that bag

of chips

once i smelled the

potatoy saltiness of

that bag of chips

once the first chip passed

my lips i knew and

when my greasy fingers

scrapped the bottom of

that empty bag

i made a familiar treaty

with some unknow being –

never again

Finding Men

Men are not from Mars

They are from

Across the street

Across town

Acoss the country

Across the pond

We find them in unexpected places

A coffee shop

A school

A factory

A train

A plane

We wed them

Befriend them

Send them packing

Hold them close

They break our hearts and

We break theirs

Out of This World

image by Sarolta Ban
image by Sarolta Ban

I called but you didn’t answer

I spoke messages but you never replied

I talked to your closest friends

I checked in with bodies you hung out with

I consulted a directory and found out you

Are no longer listed

Where are you hiding

Pluto,

I still love you

Conversion

She had secret, unbidden musings

Musings uttered only in the lines of a poem

A poem full of razor speak and gossip

Gossip that alarms like lightening strikes in a storm

A storm that bathes sour, thirsty words, softening them

Forming them anew like bronze in a sculptor’s hands

Into burnished intonations of love