Small
delicate lines
about your being
tether me to
you.
© Chagall 2013
Archive for November, 2013
Just a crazy ending
without lyric or verse
to set the tone
and tenor
A grand finale is all I’ve got
to leave you to weep
or to guess
hungry for more
finally crashed
so finely dashed
on the rocks
in the salt-water foam
buoyant and lazy
and crazy
© Chagall 2013
My apologies
I thought we had talked about
Sara’s tornadoes
© Chagall 2013
I’m a catalyst to make you stable
flat on the curve
with my edges turned hard
to the rock
all-aboard
let’s go
all the way
I would love
just a Yipee’eye!
(Did I mention
how good
you look
out of (and in)
madras?)
© Chagall 2013
Sirocco
before the rain
hot and fragrant
about to explode
I’m immersed
in torrents of pour
© Chagall 2013
I am.
She is.
We are.
They part.
© Chagall 2013
It’s dark
early now
low planes overhead
outlined in lights,
like flying crucifixes
with so many people aboard.
I wish them love
on behalf
of all of us.
Who cares about peanuts;
get me home.
© Chagall 2013
Panda bears
on honey highs
kissing and tickling
their furry thighs
warm under blankets
of black and white hugs
happy to share
their cocoa
© Chagall 2013
I hadn’t realized
I was so much
space
A beacon
signposts
will and vapor
© Chagall 2013
A poet here would plié,
I’m fairly certain
a chanteuse
would pray
for
dancers,
and fliers
merely fly away
once more
than flown away.
It’s a
sad romance,
a short pivot
to the kiss.
© Chagall 2013
Alphabet City 