5Ws

5Ws

Copyright © Jack Galmitz

2015

ImPress

New York, New York

5Ws

Jack Galmitz

I squint my eyesphotonsin flight

words come and go on tiptoe

a snail knows better than to say hello

seekingrest

the slappingwaves

on the skiff

vanishinginto the lightour first night

watching the pigeonscircle a building

old faces at the windows

theword

stumphurt

thesoldiers

lightup

darkas

deercross

tidalshells

inpart

the glass cylinderof the Yahrzeit candle

wearing black

alienshave

movedin

inphotographs

we'rechildren

drummerboy

you'renine

theriver

spilledsplendor

snowglorifies

theshovel

machinegunan

atonality

for beginners

astoryretold

omissions

edenof

walledconcrete

outsidethe

supermarketwagons

outsidethe

supermarketIndians

I rip

currenther

shesea

glassesme

herwingsenfold

me

Ihypostasizehypothesize

her

Iam

inventedincoherently

Iantler

herforesting

she'ssnow

brillianceblinding

pouredcement

ahandprint

with bits of paperhe cuts out a worlddelicate and small

augmented by sizethe yellow painted shape

will never be the sun

handed the ballwhen I saw it was a game

I let it fall

from the oceanwalking up to me

family

bird cagea man singing or chantingpeople exchanging names

the monochrometurns out to be the skythe specks- birds flying

I call and callbut receive no answer

crossing a bridge without parents

she moves like a windowin a frame

that slides open

balanced on a bikethe earth

is a satellite

how paint moves in waterlike a ribbon or a web

to build a Coliseum

with a pencil

I draw elephants

wandering their burial ground

I had a doll

delivered to my house

overnight

with French bread

I draw hundreds of pigeons

to myself

St. Mark’s Square

cigarette smoke& pigeons

rising drifting

the music sounds

like a heartbeat

trapped in

a tiger

I trained my pig

to root up

magic truffles

we share them

I was here

for a class picture

that’s disappeared

something’s missing

scratching

the

surface

how cool the grass

walking barefoot

as a giraffe

move

ment

there’s no one on the line