champion

the return of the eighth-grade hallway drawing champion.

wolfgang, rips

to fantasize of Wolfgang's sheer, ripped stockings

indispensable

his gift
of youthful imagination -
indispensable
like a Whole Foods bag

silly symphonies

Oh darling,
how you dance with your fingers
and sing with your knees.

wings

one
whose hands
give me wings

curiously choward

Choward,
the trickster mister
marks
"open here"
and forgets to make
an opening.

beauty

the modesty of your beauty
and the beauty of your modesty.

honest goodbyes

Au revoir.

recycling

After my failed attempt with oil paint
I enjoyed some green eggs and ham.

morado

¿Que está enamorado de?

glass

darling goldfish,

must you linger

in your glass? 

dreem

caramel

Caramel conversations,

winks of whiskey.

artichoke

There is a first time
for everything -
like being hand-fed
artichoke pizza.

bleeker

Mary the mailbox
dreams on Bleeker Steet -
she eagerly awaits
Mr. Mailman every day.

She knows by heart
the voice of his truck
the scent of his tires
parking by the curb,

her beauty
she yearns to boast
with dresses
of red, orange, gold

but for she knows
the fate
of her green dress
she can only dream
on Bleeker Street.

Miss Yolk

Mr. Bowtie and Mrs. Yolk

got married today.

It took a while

for her to find him - 

among the phonies

and the look-alikes - 

but she did. 

And now they are tastefully wed. 

sprout

I'm not just hanging in there -
I'm sprouting in there.

red

\\

"Darling, tall and handsome."

scaffolding

My sweetest scaffolding,

my sanctuary from the rain: 

never have I realized

how pretty you were,

and how you

magically color

your friends

a vibrant yellow.

orangina

I love to drink

my orange soda

with a clear straw

and press it

while it bobs

up

and 

down. 

shopping

Clear shopping bags

should be a universal

October thing. 

violets

Good morning, sunshine!

Care for a cup of violets 

(with milk)?

burgundy

This dot
under my right eye
is going to carry you
it's burgundy friend.

sign

I need a sign.

think ginkgo

Dear NY gov,

① is yellow. ② is not.

And just incase you were confused about this too: ③ is red.

dear

My dearest,
I shouldn't have let
your squared fingernails
finish
that glass of wine
alone
that night.

glasswich

I digested

a glasswich

for lunch today. 

autumn

I have
random streaks
of brown
yellow
red
in my beard.

fire

My flowers,
burning
with flames of passion,
makes the fire-hydrant
cower and fade.

96th street station

This
is the only real
human interaction
I had today.

vitamin c

My weekly dose

of vitamin c

from the scent of the

orange 

the hairy man 

on the train had

had for breakfast. 

spider love

All the spider wanted to do last night
was to share it's love.

pumpkin

I decided to decorate my bathroom today.

radish

Stay rad, little radish!

cage

I have never felt so
[trapped]
in my life.

mocktail

I do not know
how many cocktails
I have had
in my life
but what I do know
is my favorite:
oj, milk, seaweed -
my daddy's specialty.

Happy Birthday, dad.
Cheers!

igloo

I live
in a flowered
igloo.

pillowtalk

The white flowers

on my pillow

ask me

every night

who 

and what

I long to 

squeeze 

into my life.

agressive regression

Every now and then
I feel the urge
to be babied.

no such flower

I was afraid
my flower would
w i l t
but there was no
such flower
to begin with.

peach after storm

the peach has revived
after the storm has gone.

olives and rain

As the frigid
summer-rain
seeks warmth
in the lamp-light
my fingers melt
in the waves of your
hair and
the gaze of your
olives pierces through
my soaking
hair.

squares

On the rim
of these countless
squares I
linger
even as this
stream of
blueness strives
to carry me
away.

scent

Your eyes lie
and your ears fear
but your nose
knows.

juicebox

Her dress of
blue
made my day
in this city of
gray.

duckies

Pretty duckies should
NOT
swim in
green, murky water.

sunflowers

Sunday morning
this lady with
sunflowers
is so pretty
in the sun.

half-eaten peach

A fresh
yet wilting
half-eaten peach
is what I am
today.

pink-eye

The grass is green
even when your
left eye
is pink.

bus stops

Every time
this bus of mine
stops
I believe it is
home
and I hop off
but it never is
home
and all I can do
is wait
and wonder:
why oh why oh why oh why oh why
are there are so many
bus stops
in my life?