An imagist blathers on about things of a diminutive nature by Edward Obuszewski

Until You Touched Me

Until You Touched Me by Bill Wolak

An imagist blathers on about things of a diminutive nature

i watch tv in my dreams:

i’ve watched naked women work out to disco.

seen downtown Los Angeles through tall windows.

stared at a bathroom medicine cabinet and some pills,

even glimpsed a bearded man reading poetry to a rock.

it‘s a small tv, and i never change the channel.

oh shit ­­ you know ­­ the listening rock is real.

i saw it years ago at MOCA in downtown.

it was a video on a small screen just like the one in my dreams.

it was art on a white wall.

i dreamt of the words and i remember the poet was Korean.

i’m compelled to count it, four equal parts of something.

edward obuszewski was born in hawthorne, california, is currently employed. spends a lot of time in or near the ocean, would prefer if more of his poetry was read by strangers. has an instagram account: eobuszewski, posts lots of pictures of coffee cups.

Bill Wolak is a poet, photographer, and collage artist.  He has just published his twelfth book of poetry entitled Love Opens the Hands with Nirala Press.  Recently, he was a featured poet at The Hyderabad Literary Festival.   Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.