Comments about Joel Lippert
A Thirty-Year Parallax,1979-2009
The picture I have in my mind of some of you
from what feels like mere seconds ago,
blends with you as you are now,
sometimes like chickpeas and humus,
hard to believe one was once the other –
other times like milk in espresso
smoothing out the rough,
scalding edges of your youthful flavor.
And do you see me as still an avocado,
or am I now guacamole?
Plain black pekoe or iced chai?
Melancholy and my mirror suggest that
I measure us both only through my slightly wishful,
much more wistful, fading, blue, Dorian ...