A Selection from Gauze, Violins, Etc.

Gauze, Violins, Etc.

The moment is green and moves.
But the past unsnaps its blouse.
Regret waits to be kissed.
A hand of cards is art.
Perhaps a speckled salad
or cold blue drink stops cold
as someone makes the best noise.

Paper eats itself with flame.
Some behave, most don't.
A swelling fart replaces thought with dreams.
More light blows through.
Each itch exacts perfection.
The moment is green and moves.

        --Charlie Burks