They come to Paris
from all over the world
to spit in the drain
where the greats have spat,
and see their reflection
in the sullen water.
They spit with insouciance,
and try to scrye
a different destiny.
Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
I saw my next-life self:
blond hair,
bright eyes,
smiling too,
sunnier than Don,
like Goldie Hawn.
I guess she'll do.
Text and image Copyright © 2021 By Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
The illusion
becomes more transparent,
it gets thin
around the edges,
and we see
what will be.
Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
[Excerpted from the poem "This Body," published in this blog on 2 February 2021.]
Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
There is nothing to say
about a naked person;
they are in their natural
state.
Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
gesvase uwasa adelohosgo
ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎠᏕᎶᎰᏍᎪ.
Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler, ꮨᏺꭽꮅ.
