chagall backdrop

Oh God
that aroma
like the incense
the monks would burn

or the patchouli
of the long blonde
hippie girls
on 9th street
back in the day

or is it just
a joint burning

glowing tip
brings you closer

to the sweet surrender
to the beat

pop a down
from the edge of my hand

are you still
a voodoo child?

are you still there
my plum?

Forefinger to thumb
don’t you know
how to pass it?

© Carlos Chagall, 2013