entanglement


you can shake out
the knots
sometimes
not

escaping artists’
self-imposed
conflicts

proving me
wrong factually
easy
without doubt

I’d say
the hanging
vines real you
not

but I was
referring 
to the extension
cord, unraveled
as usual

doubt


a plastic
watering “can,”
plastic flowers

transmutable

given choice
Lunchables,
Spaghetti 0s;

romantic
Dinner for Two
coupon.

Personae
dramatis

Cupid dimmer

“sigh” or “signs”
of a water shortage

canned laugh.

Cute name
for a switch

P. Elastikos as
Belle Rose

love ‘em
leave ‘em


the relationship between
a car
and squirrel
is non-sexual?

you were asking
about blowflies
and Mustang
fastbacks back

in the “day” meaning
late 60s

road kill just
a consequence
of our “way of life”

then and now

we didn’t mean to
strew the path with
corpses
of our lovers’

love

Poetry, by Tom Lavazzi

late afternoon operas



A waveguide conducts
signals
rebounding from the Dish.

Sunset
over Brooklyn
rooftops.

Sound texture:
highrise construction,
aerial engines,
playground play,
traffic
white noise.

Nothing
speaks to me
having
an idea.

The higher
one is the longer 
one notes
“highlights.”

Old one eye glaring
through leaves
as shade cadences
brownstones 
I would
almost have said
sadly

off key

for daytime TV

objet perdue

 
you tow me

I’m drawn
to you;

hooked up,
we’ve traveled far

sweet con, now I
co-depend--

what chance
on my own?

in against
my own interests

over invested
in time shares,
dolphin
in a glass box;

I miss the water

dry docked
at least
prow pointing east
and the banks the banks
all hours telling
ebb and flow

in the Western the horse
goes on
without the rider

here, a desert mirage--
bon voyage

I’m gone.

Think
full sail

Sweet nothing


“Pirates” 
in the parking lot
full dress
yellow moon,
black night;
“surly” faces
glare.

Must be something
more serious
to be about.

Funnel cakes,
tasty 
black holes;

as far as
a general global
warming--

nocturnal 
sunspots
garble
verbal.

Asphalt,
sugar.