5Ws

5Ws
Copyright Jack Galmitz
2015
ImPress
New York, New York

5Ws

Jack Galmitz

I squint my eyes
photons
in flight

words come and go on

tiptoe

a snail knows better than

to say hello

seeking
rest
the slapping
waves
on the skif

vanishing
into the light
our first night

watching the pigeons

circle a building
old faces at the windows

the
word
stump
hurt

the
soldiers
light
up

dark
as
deer
cross

tidal
shells
in
part

the glass cylinder

of the Yahrzeit candle
wearing black

aliens
have
moved
in

in
photographs
we're
children

drummer
boy
you're
nine

the
river

spilled
splendor

snow
glorifies

the
shovel

machine
gun
an
atonality
for beginners

a
story
retold
omissions

eden
of
walled
concrete

outside
the
supermarket
wagons

outside
the
supermarket
Indians

I
rip
current
her

she
sea
glasses
me

her
wings
enfold
me

I
hypostasize
hypothesize
her

I
am
invented
incoherently

I
antler
her
foresting

she's
snow
brilliance
blinding

poured
cement
a
handprint

with bits of paper

he cuts out a world
delicate and small

augmented by size
the yellow painted shape
will never be the sun

handed the ball

when I saw it was a
game
I let it fall

from the ocean

walking up to me
family

bird cage
a man singing or
chanting
people exchanging
names

the monochrome
turns out to be the sky
the specks- birds flying

I call and call

but receive no answer
crossing a bridge without
parents

she moves like a window

in a frame
that slides open

balanced on a bike
the earth
is a satellite

how paint moves in

water
like 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. Marks 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
thats disappeared

somethings missing

scratching
the
surface

how cool the grass

walking barefoot
as a girafe

move
ment

theres no one on the

line