Archive for October, 2015

Ex nihilo nihil fit?

Hoping your Saturday night, this October 31, 2015, the only one of its kind, is an absolutely wonderful one. —Chagall

Alphabet City

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First, begin with absolutely nothing,
no time, space, simply a predilection
for One thing, a spark to ignite the dark,
static, friction, a motivating force,
to kindle the frenzy, convert god-dream
to knowing, start a centillion factors
in motion, each without form or substance,
a shove from the unmoved mover: chaos.

Large circles of empty, bounded by nil,
teardrops of absence, without within none,
an aspiration, an absolute truth,
onto itself, without contingency.

Perhaps nothing never was, but always
something lingering there on the fine dust,
hovering there as a mist, in silence,
waiting, breathlessly, hopefully waiting.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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Over time
God becomes
ever more vast

Chagall 2015

For every bird that you see or hear today, or that ever flew over earth. Peace & Love. —Chagall

Alphabet City

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Lazy birds sing what sound to be questions,
Trilly lilts angled so oddly in time.

Shush. Hear the hurrahs?
Winds schuss a course of boughs.

Waves atop etchings on sand
Erase traces of what once was.

Beyond, there come the loggers,
Mechanical, Om-like, spun chorales,
Mantra for flat-felled forests:
Erase traces of what was once.

I rush the treeline insanely
Unable to draw enough air
To support the bellow I want to import,
The reply I want to thunder.

To the wood pigeon, grand thrush, paradise parrot,
the heath hen and laughing owl,
the parakeet, grebe and island rail,
piopio, Kauaʻi ʻŌʻō . . .

My chest heaves, I’m a front-row mourner.
Hot eyelids strand gummed tears.
I see the world through rainbows
Cleaved cleanly through
My optic nerve.

I purse my lips, find the bird call in me,
Arpeggiate soulful lament
Cleanly without glissando.

I beg:
Take heed – just…

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A small bird flying overhead
determinedly through the wind
high above is tossed she chirps
desperate to be somewhere

Chagall 2015


If I had to choose
between you and ice cream
I’m pretty sure I would choose you.

Chagall 2015

Friday Nite, Need I Say More

To indulge the juvenile delinquent
in us, divulge if you would delight
in making out for a moment?

Nothing real crazy
just a peck or too
or three will do.

Nose-to-nose who knows
how far we goes, head to toes


Who knew so little soap
could emit so much lavender.

Chagall 2015


At work I’ve insisted
that my team be staffed
with nothing but ladies
of beautiful color

Our primary mission:
To rock any world
we encounter

Chagall 2015

Except For Alice

This weekend I supped
at an all-gay diner
had the special – a BLT,
on the way out I sipped
the house Kool-Aid, been hummin’
Carousel’s soliloquy since

Chagall 2015

Wake Up And Smell The Carbon!

An ism or an ology
is not what is

Please don’t think you know me
as I wouldn’t you

There is no fight nor war
if you take the time to ponder

How wonderful we all are
in this our hour of heaven

I’m a Castilian Daoist with romantic charm
so please don’t mar me with label

And I can make a great pierogi, I can make
us see – I think – to begin to see

There is no war nor fight
when one takes the time to wonder

How wonderful we are

Chagall 2015

As Cellophane Bends To The Sound

My “likes” amount to seventeen
like clockwork everyday

Seven at breakfast, five at lunch
and the rest at eve’s respite

My day has become

Chagall 2015

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