
Repeated mewing
the same question – why my god?
cry the damned to sleep
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Repeated mewing
the same question – why my god?
cry the damned to sleep
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I let joy go free
small wings crumble easily
even sadness dies
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

The porch swing’s last ride
shadows swung on wooden slats
kindling Autumn fire
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Love on
the rocks can be
very painful, she said
wouldn’t you rather make love on
the grass?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Love endures
spilt coffee
ocean waves
drowning
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Eric Sebastien Greco – vocal
Carlos Chagall – guitars, arrangement
Bambino Cuadrado – percussion
Headphones always recommended.

Hands don’t seem to dirty in Hollywood
even if the character’s a farm hand
you can’t stay that clean if you work the land
just a bit too polished, no one’s that good
they shovel manure
with a manicure
pose a bit too coiffed
when they’re being boffed
rarely sweat or burp or sneeze or pass gas
in drama I’m saying, not comedy
that’s different, everything goes, it’s carefree
even die-oh-rear coming out one’s ass
© Chicheme, 2013

Somebody broke into my car last night
stole my rolling papers plus my 8-track
so I guess it was an old-school hippy
as such, when she’s caught, I’ll cut her some slack
© Chicheme, 2013

By the time you blink
now – before you grasp it’s gone
life conceals itself
Two real eyes gaze out
emit light with no body
life intoxicates
Seemingly demur
but then a seductive grin
blows a kiss my way
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Fukushima plant
radioactivity
we must awaken
Central Africa
dead Banguese children on streets
awaken we must
Fort Hood massacre
psychotics fronting for God
must we awaken?
Libyan militia
ambassadors dead for votes
awaken – must we?
Iran and the nukes
are our new dukes of hazard
must awaken We
Iraq, Pakistan
shoppers and soccer fans dead
we must awaken
Ambush in Kashmir
fire cannons blast the crowd
awaken we must
U.S. denounces
Vietnam’s clampdown on Tweets
must we awaken?
BP at the gulf
mutant shrimp ponder the brine
awaken – must we?
Who you think’s richer
UBS or B of A?
must awaken We
Governors, mayors
bribing – sexting – on the take
we must awaken
American dream
owning a home gets harder
awaken we must
Gunfire at town hall
evicted who take revenge
must we awaken?
Alabama’s po’
dang, ain’t as obese no mo’
awaken – must we?
Manson, Arts, page 1
Verdi’s Falstaff, page 7
must awaken We
Dopers at the plate
tainted horsehide flies so far
awaken we must
Must we awaken?
Evil is barely contained
shrouded in its grin
Exposed long lean legs
wrapped around your hips and face
undulating tongues
It knows what to do
ego strokes your libido
it’s power and sex
Alienation
it’s dehumanization
lost in the garden
Must awaken We
I’m sure We’d hate to miss it
being the last show
© Carlos Chagall, 2013