Fendu en deux

joie intime
d'où sort cette estime
toi beau, dis . . .
tu m'as invité à dîner chez toi
au poulet-papillon: fendu en deux
badigeonné d' ail et de moutard
pâtes célèré, frais et fort
couscous que je ramasse par petits doigts
un reisling de la Nouvelle Zélande, Pegasus Bay

cher Boe, mon béguin estival
tu me rapproches de toi en t'éloignant
tu te fends en deux en me rejetant

HUBRIS

"Ardor" Oil on Canvas 2006 Triptych 46 x 108 inches



The matter at hand is "hubris'"
The elements of this mortal defect--
Hoping for the possibility of love requitted,
Williams Sonoma fire engine red mixers,
Aquamarine form fitting swim trunks,
Scandalously clad in reflection,
Big mirror back in the Diesal store.

Wanton arrogance is required
Where I the dreamer despite all contradiction
Fold forward with chin to shin: paschimottanasana
Incessant douleur of love unrequitted
Insisting on the possibility still of love reciprocated
Pranamami Pantajalim

Calon Segur St Estephe

Calon segur saint estephe 2004
Gifted burgundy I had saved,
Now enjoyed with friends over this tale,
La Viola the day we met:
Volunteering--Equality Forum 2009.

The rouge did not intoxicate as that single slice:
Pizza with you after rain and rally
The trolley ride to 15th and Market;
Cold, wet, fagged, I did not want to part
You too--proposing a bite as the train stopped;
Screeching halt, gray stairways upward

Having met, connected, travelled
Random epic chance encounter
The usual which evaporates le lendemain nonetheless, "how is that fried chicken?"
Words I said driven by an impulse deep.

The riddle posed that day in April--
Having now met on this little journey far,
Would we head out to meet again,?
To travel together or to journey apart?
You, me, together, apart?

I had one slice, you had two--
Painting, theater, Cézanne and Beyond,
The boyfriend Jason in Michigan,
You therapeuted my mending heart,
Which to be honest felt well with you "Give it two months and you will be ready to go."

I had plans to meet friends
You had to get ready for your play
"Passing By" at the Shubin Theater
Still you walked me to my street:

Corner Spruce & 15th, digits exchanged,
Your firm still hold, my self-consciousness,
You proposed meeting again soon--
Perhaps when Jason is in town next--
I bewildered smiled sheepishly with doubtful "ok."

This Golden Age

Scenes of Salzburg only Hollywood could make
Imagine us going there but there is no together;
Despite circumstances, of which I am aware,
I care for you with one-sided velocity,
An embrace of foolhardy sans reciprocity:

Would you Daphne stay and be with me?
Be in flesh rather than become laurel tree?

These words you did not allow exchange--
"You are amazing and wonderful
Of course I hold feelings for you
Quite tender and sweet, and certainly I care for you
I am ever thankful that our paths crossed
Ever hopeful our journeys in life continue together."

This golden age yet not yet alchemized,
You have decided from me to hide
"See you around" your last parting words
From whom are you running--yourself it appears.





Sonnet #24 (Shakespeare)

Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
For though the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image picture lies;
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows gazed with thine eyes,
Now see what good turns eyes from eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace thy art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

A turn in Highbury

It appears I am Mr Elton,
Though I wish I would be Mr Knightley.
Darling Emma wishes on me
His friend in white denim--Miss Thomas
While stupidly at seven or eight and thirty
I have given away this heart as one of five and ten

Emma with his Taurean insistance
Separates not idea from reality
With ardor and determination quite complicit
Frames around me identity and disposition;

I am afraid Dear Emma,
Your plan to make of me a Mr Elton,
Has created instead on this near empty dancefloor
A recasting of this would be Mr Knightley into one Quite devious-- as that profligate son of Mr Weston.

Would it be that this Knightley-Elton personnage Becomes the friend to whom you turn and love?
Clearly, neither Jason, Jeff nor Gaël Garcia-Bernal,
Were created threescore and seven ago
To be devoted to you, sweet match-making thespian.