You can breathe this day,
yet have the gall to tell me
that there is no god?
Aromatic blooms,
life is stirring everywhere,
open up to joy.
Lie down on the earth,
spread eagle, navel to sky,
greet the ancient sun.
Germinate, seedling,
bud, grow, photo synthesize,
rise above your din.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
sex sweat smoke beat
dance sex sweat smoke
beat dance sex sweat
smoke beat dance sex
sweat smoke beat dance
sexy sweaty smoky beat.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
My favorite bistro’s
djangolicious: les nuages –
sex sweat smoke beat dance.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Delicate mango,
pink, sweet fruit drips, wet nectars,
she most Awakened.
Young Bimbisara
hums saturnine melodies,
his head on her breast.
Puffed gulab jamun,
her lips, tasty cardammon,
my Amrapali.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
You knew all along,
I wanted out of the rain,
to dry beside you.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
New people, just born,
at sea in sound and color,
each touch brings wonder.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 