from 23-SKIDOO


To The Surrealists

Crossing your abyss
On this wobbly line of ink—
If I slip, I’m bread.

Remembering Ruben Gonzalez

Leaping up those stairs:
The grand flourishes of a
Piano master.

On September 11, 2001

No words need be said:
actions speak louder than words,
free to jump, they jump.

Two words need be said:
Execution, execute;
Loud history lessons.

On Poetry

Here’s how a poem works:
can’t put your finger on it,
rubs you the wrong way.