chagall backdrop

Shake me hard
if I speak in tongues

bang my head
bring me ’round again

hide me in the hemlock
corners of a hedgerow maze

tat my wedding veil
from Queen Anne’s Lace

overcast pine-green days
where our circle has regressed

to snacking on morsels
from glue traps

chasing it down
with poke berry juice

our joints are inverted
at odd angles

hypothetically apocalyptic
pathetically elliptic

the smallest contaminants
of the planet hold sway

while we scratch away
the scabs for hours

the tedium
of delirium tremors

© Carlos Chagall, 2013