Ash like snow falls and obscures
perfect September morning
a sky alive with whirlybirds
Midnight comes twice
today and remains
Oil lamps burn the southern tip
where east meets west at a point
As the deck of the fishing boat awash in waves
erases the legs of survivors
© Chagall 2014
We slingback angels
fine-tune ardor
to any pitch
skilled in the art
of mouth-to-mouth
tongue-in-cheek
one-in-hand
two in the bush
three’s a crowd
for five dollars
maybe even
a foot long
© Chagall 2014
There are those who marvel at relics
millennia old while mine are merely
centuries gone from the dawn of the art
of photography
1840
I relish the light
on the fine combed locks
of a young girl in a field
I call her Melissa so vibrant
she is thinking of the morning’s chores
she senses she’s extra pretty
atop the fence rail, head cocked to the left
just right – now hold it
You feel me there as a tickle
the gnaw in the back of your mind
is me, but I’m too far down the road
Then later, delicious fair one
you took me to your room
lonely, candlelit, lilac
I unlace your bodice, kiss your neck
your curls, concentric circles
about your face
Then you gently blow the tapirs
and lower us onto foamy down
The catch-light in your eyes that day
two-hundred year old photons
washed ashore to still your soul
has long since left your body
You have returned to earth
where all you transcend
I hold here in my hand
with most fervent hope
I will will your time again
© Chagall 2014
Honey, the bee’s now
Genetically modified
Pollinates plastic
© Chagall 2014
For Chloe
Original Composition
Carlos Chagall – Guitars
Sebastien Greco – Vocals
Dee Rivera – Bass
Babe Cuadrado – Drums
Have I been guilty since innocence died
or is it just a passing phase,
to turn a phrase faster than the other cheek
we turn, we dance in light yet received
here in passing glance from the corner of eyes
I’d ache for until I knew you once upon a
timeless place, this heap of abandoned garden
rusted gate and crooked walk, tears-soaked
cobblestone grout lines the words we didn’t say
except out loud to hide the knowing, to shield
them dusk till dawn freezes over, and over and done
again and yet no more or less than the sum
is greater than the parting of seas where we’re born
birthed to behold the saline state of our lives
we once walked upright, before the floods
until after the Eve of the mad dash
© Chagall 2014
Say you’ll stay
Don’t leave
Hello, you there?
© Chagall 2014
To summers that never came
I raise my glass
To lowered eyes
To think that we’d revere
to pass in our lives
To waters that still hold sway
but not here
To sand that holds
yet the body line
To the bi-plane pulling banners
To footprints on the walk
since disappeared
© Chagall 2014
In hallowed field
on sandy dune ‘neath waxing moon
till morning sun
She sings of loss
such sorrow sweet, radiant heat
lustrous new day
Her golden throat
arpeggios lost in throes
scales as heaven would
Grace notes flourish
the melody forever free
soul embellished
There is no song
she cannot sing, she’s everything
if only love
© Chagall 2014
For every scarf you make,
learn a new stitch.
© Chagall 2014
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