Check, please
Check, please Copyright Š Jack Galmitz Impress 2015 New York, New York
Check, please
Jack Galmitz
The sun highlighted the clouds a place for gods
tranquility watching the light cast from the t.v.
the grace of a child’s drawing a bird flying
sparrows in Montmartre are different than they are here they feed from your hand
passing through me electrical currents your soft fingers
imploded city a dog runs off with a shin no one can catch him
Our tongues meet spring
industrial streets with each step I return to where I was built
Christmas earth without countries
Gaza in ruins small arms legs without torsos
high voltage tower high voltage tower high voltage tower cloud cloud cloud
the day is done I pat a tree and continue on
inside of me bison are stampeding across caves
the breaching and diving of taxis in midtown turns me around
those death bed scenes the reconciliations are unreal
Roseland Ballroom colored lights on the ceiling old couples slow dancing
the boy’s mother washing clothes in the river he kicks up water
the mimosa tree treats depressed mice as need be
do you remember when you were a zygote just happy
love is like two fish swimming into each other forever slippery
god fog in the dark woods
father’s form remains in his armchair
their shape in the sand as the tide rises and the sun sets
a firefly then another in a river of them
drawing with pastel my fingers are the color of a rainbow flag
when men wore hats the wind sometimes blew them off a small joy lost
where is the train in the dark station in the fireworks’ rain
I’m in the shadows or in the shades humming glory
Frank O’Hara bless his heart could talk and talk and it was pure art
Lorca lived in the stars so he was shot dead in a distant courtyard
outside the window completely unexpected a moon made of fireworks
from the light green to the dark green parachutes
My heart and the morning glory circumambulate
Warsaw ghetto children stiff like skeletons carted away by citizens
the bully’s mouthing is his father’s mouthing you can cry
how can I cry I built the cell I occupy
rain all day under the awning I’m enchanted by the refrain
independence day someplace
you think the sky is big you should see the sky that is in your head
my shoes and socks soaked not paying attention I stepped in a cloud
fireworks’ display necks strained to the sky not a word exchanged
from thrashing waves of leaves a seabird raises mystery
leaping from a cliff to an unseen pond a boy flies
spring reeds the vault of steel for a homeless man
the stadium filled with fans the field grass exact
a paper wasp nest preserved with lacquer hereafter
the sky fell flat on its face it’s slapstick