Always measure out
what you seek
to boil
Anything more
is waste
Anything less
is short
I’ve got it down
to a spiral
of steam
© Chagall 2013
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Archive for November, 2013
Belly to belly,
a hard drop
on a mogul
thigh to thigh
akimbo dance
in bright light
flesh to flesh
hard slaps
flush and bracing
Palm to palm
we explore
the cushion there
Cheek to cheek
to lips to lips
then tongue to tongue
breath to breath
breathless, out of beat
rushed and laughing
mint
everywhere
© Chagall 2013
I thank you
for imparting
in me the sense
– the very capacity –
to acknowledge blessings
for which I’d be
thankful
© Chagall 2013
So much life in dirt
tales of yore of gallant deeds
billions per earth’s inch
© Chagall 2013
Originally published September 7, 2013.
She said let’s be stoic together
endure one another without complaint
I’ll not tell you my pain is you
not expressing the same about me
that would be true,
and I think we should strive
to lie if only
for this short time
open our hearts to the possibilities
of narrow-mindedness
be clueless on knowing
the cruelty of caring
bite your tongue
forgo this kiss
stand at-ease
rather than hug
I consider you with disregard
and disdain for your ardor
our silence is but the interlude
that parses, pulses our scream,
and so we howl
twice, thrice
the allure is turning away,
the abstinence is the sex,
for every front, there’s a back
for every me, there’s a you
upright, but still not being able
to stand
the small things, the everything
about you
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
In February
at Mardi Gras
we ride top-down
we sport our ware
we reflect in moonlight there
where the earth splits
where we drop
off the horizon
At the water’s edge
I’ll confess
I’ll tell her
I’m a snowfall
in Harlem
in streetlamp
to twirl
to the ground
In freefall
I tumble
wildly
like a pollynose
shed from trees
lit in long slants
of sun ray
cold and oblique
to the ground
Enough to tease
but surely not
enough to grow
one gets impatient
to wait for spring
to roll through
time on a promise
wishful to think
more than passion
Some nights
in definite
bold relief
stark engravings
where the lean sight
of you cascades
over me
in ribbons
of perfumed hair
Too fleet
so many things
come and go
too quickly
so much time
stirs yet so
little ado
© Chagall 2013
You are
a thousand percent
correct.
No other
woman,
holy or not,
would say that,
I absolutely
agree.
How funny
was that
though?
© Chagall 2013
Too many people
need a name
for what they’ve got
Otherwise,
what is it?
There’s got to be something
good for whatever
this is
Once upon
a gridlock
dreary
All joy
halted
Seized
and stopped
No longer
sings
beautiful
sine-shaped
melody
Piqued
at odd angles
to harmony
This is what
I’ve got
Can you
cure it?
No matter the cost,
I’ll pay
© Chagall 2013
ambiguity Art Arts
Astronomy Aviation Battenkill
Beat Business
Carlos Chagall
che che cole
Confectionery coquito
Dance Dante
Django Reinhardt
Earth Easter eternity extinction
Fillmore East France
friendship greater than Love
fun with words
God haiku
Health
hector lavoe
Home hope humor
innocence
Jimi
Jobim
just for the fun of it
Kiss
life
life’s lessons
life – gotta love it!
life – live it
life
force
London Love
love eternal
love is love lost
love lost then lost again
lower
east side
Manhattan
Moon
Music
New York City
Paris
Peace
Performing Arts
Planets
poetry
rebirth
Recreation
Ringolevio
Samba
sentience
Shopping
sound
spirit
stars summer
love time
timeless
Tompkins Square Park
twin souls
United
States
water
willie colon
wordplay
Writing
© Chagall 2013
I hold the best dreams
special for a lost old friend
she seeks us this dawn
© Chagall 2013
