
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
