I tap a red minus…
You’re no longer VIP
on my iPhone.
I tap a red minus…
You’re no longer VIP
on my iPhone.
I take a white pill
Single cloud in azure sky…
Hovers like a drone.
It’s been eight days now.
Throwing out your brown slippers…
Laryngitis.
Matter-of-factly
Stashing your handsome portrait
Vertically
High-kill shelter where
A German Shepherd puppy
Cries herself to sleep
these baby boomers
these anxious millennials
water in a stream
while in a gold room
Ivanka clips her toenails
with a gold clipper
secret service men
in dark suits and sunglasses
under pink blossoms
Cherry tree crotches
and crotches of aides
wet, open, toothless,
rosy mouths of infant ghosts
pink as cherry blossoms
Flat wet petals -ha!
What have the blossoms to do
with Ezra’s ranting?
Culture appropriated
for a famous line of verse
In a dark subway tunnel
Pink plum blossoms on my skirt
Aspiring to spring
pink goldfish cherub planters
fragility of all things
(my verses extracted from Mel Nichols’ Cherry Blossom Renga, composed on facebook)
Cherry blossoms as
objective correlative
BURST into bloom
Magnolia buds
Tight, coiled, twisted, freezing
Like you, at the end
Little grey rabbit
Shivers without protection
In a frozen field
With a flood of tears
I throw away his toothbrush.
Cold spring wind outside.