“Bubblegirl and Bubbleboy”

to ask

like a woman

of dreaming large

for ending hunger

or just to linger

to bow

and not

circle about

like a child

with a pout

to embrace

a tender word

or swell

like a tear

without fear

to grow

like an idea

as in a romance

or to dwell

as in a well

to live

for kindness

or able to rile

as in a trend

yet able to mend

“Why We’re all here”

“Twins Max!”

tears for hello

tears for goodbye

tears for sorrow

tears for happiness

tears for fear

tears for anger

tears for death

tears for birth

tears for me

tears for you

to hold tight

to get close

to paint a flower

to be blessed

without hearing yes

to accept less

for something clean

as to be open

for a feeling

without misgiving

to feel the strain

and a little pain

or acting brave

as a dog in heat

for a good seat

to float on a scheme

as dust on a breeze

as in a dream

of letting it flow

and letting it grow

a pulse inside           feeling warm        accepting fate            perhaps part fool

where it resides        as a swarm          without hate               indifferent to rule

as a stream              of letting it go       as a flower in bloom   roaming as a dove

as a dream               without a foe        as a full moon             only for love

Lucian Freud

&

Me

when an absence

makes a funk

waiting to release the junk

ready to leave it behind

but for a smell

that creeps

into the conscious

making it mad

also glad

like a groan

mingling in a cold

mangled sheet

until the scent

turns to sweat

or when something

is better than nothing

like a faulty toaster

but perceptions do wonder

and wander

on expressive eyes

that cut

to the chase

with no exit in sight

but for insanity

or a broken spell

what the hell

gotta sleep

if it could be done

like an easy run

and if an alarm

could chime

as a dangling circle

of diamonds

and if a note

could harm

like a two faced charm

make something new

could be blue

like a lovely bride

taking it in stride

with no place to hide

as a shadow

of something troubled

but not to ruffle

more like a truffle

and taking it slow

as a sword swallower

or a sick day

for a chance to shout

peace out.

“Moving On”

For some reason these bulbs are on mind

like a cell

or a decease

permeates

and isolates

leaving a frown

like an odd brown

wanting a release

with a good piece

and getting caught

by what is not

yet feeling right

but for a gnat

like a pebble

or a yellow rebel

recalling it all

of scent

of inspiration

of fun

and the undone

yet feeling right

as act one

and breezin through

of digestion

of elimination

like a hair

in a blue hue

to know it is true

with a fancy wine

and acting strange

trying to entwine

in a city of brine

as an exaggeration

made to perfection

of something near

like a conscious dream

that takes by haste

as bad taste

and in the strain

to numb the brain

a voice trembles

reminding of change

and feeling ashamed

of shadows that lean

when long in the tooth

leaving a scar

as a bad scene

yet surrendering not

to a cliché

and good intentions

hoping its fate

as an open gate

“A Slightly Older Guy falling for Younger Woman”

“Truth in Time”

“Death -Taxes

and a

Fire Extinguisher”

“Death -Taxes

and a

Woman’s Derrière”

Commissioned Portraits

Ode To An Angel

Her transparent wings

faithful to will

and perfection

poise like an angel

and in a sudden chance

like spilled blood

to give rise 

without lies

like that of a voice

that dwells with the tide

and in the swell

a blue surrendered

of death

of pain

of love and lust

floating on a whim

without the sin

as a final word

cast in the stars

Left: ”Trick or Treat”

Right: Opposites Attract”

These are poems configured into spheres; left is titled “Infatuation” and the right “Empathy”.

My work at SCOPE/NY

Like a blue bird

From out of space

That swells the heart

Not just of loin

But in consciousness

As in bitter tea

Or hope

That sways 

Like dreads

On a beat

Even in retreat

And when a laugh

Comes to tears

Like a feather

In a hand

An ageless drug

Penetrates

Into a forest of love

Where even a pain

Is soothed by the rain

unknown

to the world

in a river 

of waste

unknown 

to the world 

in a bed 

of hate

unknown

to the world

in a state

of grace

unknown

to the world

in a time

of doubt

unknown

to the world

in a fit

of courage

unknown 

to the world

in a pit

of tears

unknown 

to the world

in a spirit

of truth

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