WEDNESDAY WARM UP

Wanting marmalade
from the old samovar

 in a Russian tea glass 

   with baklava
    my shattering loneliness
   within a cross pieced
chess board
 among the death
of the foaling sunset,
putting my laughter
of sister's joke
between two cat's paws
while listening to Mozart's
"Turkish Concerto"
      my flesh spills out
 its solitary yet avid words
   in my new play's stimuli
in four acts:
love, art, poetry, expressionism
with soothed abandonment
to beat this frozen weather
watching the lobster ships
formation combed
with her baleful buckets
for storage to local restaurants
assaulted by foam and gales
as divers proceed in their trek
in my apparition's vast vista
by an ancient harbor.