from Riding Shotgun with the Mothman (2024)


Elle pense en français, écrit en anglais


Wherever you are,

wherever you sit,


wherever the pen, 

it begins


most at two words 

to a line, steeped 


in your latinate mind, 

fighting churches 

of tradition.


you stitch abstraction

that cannot be undressed,


merely understood,

because you think en Français

écrit en Anglais.


you scribble all 

my words and phrases.


ma chère why change the paint

when Chagall’s Great Circus covers 

the canvas so beautifully?


his floating horses reading 

your books displayed 


by clowns 

in charming red

and sylvan green?


something to forget yourself, a dull weed at ease