Pandemic broke out
people loving each other
I hope there’s no cure
© Chagall 2013
Archive for October, 2013
Have you ever been snookered
on a proper snooker table
quite wide
tall
and green:
tight pockets?
© Chagall 2013
Life’s cause to cherish
every drop of oxygen
racing through my blood
© Chagall 2013
God twirls each navel,
Mom told me, while he exclaims
You are finished – next!
© Chagall 2013
Even if you do not truly
see them
go on faith
know that they’re
there, faded-away
ghosts, antlers
along the dark . . .
– whispers au derrière foncé.
© Chagall 2013
A postcard,
inauguration locomotives
slow at small stations
out along the way,
a handbill on the hassock,
ticket-stubs tucked
between reflection and frame.
© Chagall 2013
Your nonplussed reaction
to a life so anomalous
is precisely why
it’s Red.
© Chagall 2013
You are capable
of anything.
Did I not
make myself clear?
There was a period
punctuating the point.
Don’t dally here.
Now go . . .
on your Way.
© Chagall 2013
There were rare times
I’d get chosen
before others
and sometimes
that made me happy,
but never did it
make them rue.
© Chagall 2013
Is the good world
cracking up,
breaking down?
Breaking up,
cracking down.
We are growing in
a different way.
More vain, I think
less social,
despite what the experts say.
Coming up
The New Ideal
stay tuned
and don’t you
miss it.
The world-over thumbs
go up and down
– who said we
couldn’t write novels.
© Chagall 2013
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