czvasser

Author: czvasser

As a kid, I grew up in Morrisania, in the Bronx and learned to grow food in the Crotona Park victory garden. That ultimately led to a green career including 20 years at the Bronx Zoo and more than 30 years in non-profit management. I learned to cook at my grandmothers knee before I was 10 years old and still love it. My love basketball and I referee boys, girls High School Varsity and recreational basketball. I write, I write, I write. I was an English major with a thought of going into journalism. Hmm, but I still write everyday.

February 11, 2016May 24, 2016 czvasser Fried Chicken

Late

when the night is not breathing
your projections sullen

my fingers rake the hair
below your navel

you shift disturbed
I wait.

February 8, 2016March 25, 2017 czvasser Fried Chicken

Desire

Gazelle
running
ears pricked
to scents in the wind.

A dancer on point
fluid and rigid
heart throbbed
before a pirouette.

Desire is 13
and a burn
that sweats your pants
shivers that erase your name
care for recklessness
drowning without water.

A chocolate drizzled childhood
skin licked
hands that intercourse
nerves into a jangle
and severs sense.

A bubble breath
wanting to burst
eyes watching silver slips
escape.

A goldfish bowl of promise
ice cream
melts
lava is seminal
if
desire is…

February 8, 2016August 20, 2017 czvasser Fried Chicken

I Want to be a Crayon Today

I want to be a crayon today
an instrument of imagination
intermediary to ideas
incendiary to action

A familiar of the hand
the color of thought
iridescent when I want to be
waxy smooth

I want to be hugged
by cinnabars and ceruleans
blended on rag
with indigo and heliotrope
always firm
except when radiated
easily sharpened
a shaving of once was

Proud scribble of sunday
the purple of saturday
melting all over you
I want to be a crayon today