Please remember

that beauty

is visceral



and parallel to your spine.


It is neither meant

to please


be agreeable

nor be good. 


Do you remember  

how many senses you possess?

five, six, too few. 

what pleasures

do you not 

what stimuli

do you miss?


Beauty, flutters

in the nucleus  

of the mean of

these solutions.








Blue Ink

Smells like kneeling

on Commonwealth Avenue

Facing Dartmouth 

at dawn in November.

The trees

whispering threats of winter

Palms on wet leaves

nose against chalk drawings

as the breeze releases pebbles  

of chill autumn rain  

from the night before.