… views of Lower Manhattan, glimpsed from an apartment window, a cab, or a stupor.
… romantic interludes where anything minty had a starring role.
… Saturdays of the top 10 years of my top 10 lives.
… best aerial views in dreams where I hover at low altitudes, lucid, just above treetops.
… lies I wield to convince you that I care.
… things I will say to cause you to regret our ever having met.
… ways I will subvert the very fabric of your culture.
© Carlos Chagall, April 2013
Alphabet City 
Carlitos, .wherever do you pull these ideas from?
Lies dont convince others care; unless one is dead and cant smell them. 🙂
The best way to convince others that one cares is to praise and bend the knees…
like a humble man with strong knees who can bend them…..like when he offers to share his life and holds out a ring…on 2nd thought,… is that too demeaning of another, having to place himself in that position?
Why are french streets named regrets (rue’s)? 🙂
Bubbly, you are the romantic. Sometimes the lies are for oneself, not for the other. —–Chagall
Ah, I get it.
Lie all you want then. 🙂