She spoke
in well-constructed phrases,
semi-colons, commas, all
silken nakedness
beneath her camisole,
her parted mouth
a perfected ellipsis,
the race of her heart,
a dash.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Archive for August, 2013
Asleep in the back
dark road, cool breeze, all things pass
Mom kids Dad in front
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
A three-ring circus
destructors, suicides, sharks
feign the Minotaur
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Souls persist past death
if they die, why live at all?
Hell’s future is Earth
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Anger melts soul’s steel
wrath burns while sullen smolders
mad dogs writhe in foam
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Squander while you can!
Papé Satàn aleppe
Hoarders come rejoice!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
We filled our desire
introduced thus, self’s slosh crept
insatiable, crazed
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Day’s longest shadow
arrives joyous at sunrise
noon’s short, midnight brief
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
No breath to mist glass
sound trapped miles deep in blue ice
veiled eyes wanting sight
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Oiled hands milk her breasts
descend to turgid pink lips
storms, throaty wild moans
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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