by her, the past participles
– really the fine particulars
weaved in the brightest future
always was while weren’t
on the other hand both swept away. Slower living certainly
though purported to be an umbra. Above all else
above any smile, just once that I should watch
and she would see
© Chagall 2014
Please dear God
don’t let her become
the moron
that I am.
© Chagall 2014
Under headphones so long
my thoughts are hi-fi
© Chagall 2014
Unlike love,
it’s difficult.
© Chagall 2014
That last night I didn’t want us
to eat at the museum cafe
his art concerns the figure
distinguishes the fragrant
rather than ground
two through ether’s atoms
nature as cylinders
spheres in the city of lights
ether concentrates the last drops
in the downpour and dies
a single stroke, each stroke
despite the efforts of a passing driver
heavy black, the palette knife
less volatile, ether removes pain
sensation till the end, believe me sight
nothing more than touch
© Chagall 2014
Grapes still on their vine
flourish for the wines
we did not drink
Sun-sweetened raisins
in time
© Chagall 2014
The tears of poplars, amber
apathy is typical. This stage
a torched pine smell when rubbed
progressively dementia
millions of years old, trapped in fossil resins
turns eighty tomorrow. Usually neurons will fire
© Chagall 2014
Fine-grade Turquoise, tumble finished
as a young girl she’d nestle
winds on the surface
French for Turkish, you know
she grew older, released
light chemical elements
even the finest is fracturable
© Chagall 2014
Lean in.
Hear the whispers?
© Chagall 2014
Recruiter asked what job do I want
I said CTFO
she said wha’?
I said chill the f**k out
© Chagall 2014
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