Must love be a foregone conclusion
that precedes the need for dark-chocolate cherry cordials
or do those magnificent trifles warrant a daily place in our lives
independent of any lofty notions like love?
Chagall 2016
Archive for February, 2016
How stupid I was to think
that initials carved lower on tree trunks
were by definition made younger in time
Chagall 2016
We scream at each other
we are art – some say
Whisperers
I hear you
Beat me purple baby
till I’m plumb
Just a kiss away
we’re whisked away
some cabaret
I stand
corrected
I lie
in and on and about
green meadows
Till we fall
softest of all
about them
Chagall 2016
So adept her foiling the mesh like that
snared prolific beneath too many stories
nearly bad endings
Some torque at the hip wrenches her thrusts
she needs to invigorate tightening tendons
to stretch wider slowly, more lazy laterally
So all is forgiven though all is so lost
also and again yet again
I watch her in profile, breathlessly arced
above her off-shoulder, a continuum of rounded
embankment, her body cut luscious
arcades where we play bathed solely
high windows tint green
afternoon trees, warm breezes
the eve of special days
Chagall 2016
How did we get here – do you know?
I asked uncertain of the blue
in the surrounding she replied
They’ve decided the moment repeats forever
Just you and me
I understood the nature of fate, she knew
It will have to do
Chagall 2016
The poems I write are like
the dollar bets my grandmother made
everyday needing something
to ride on
Chagall 2016
We all understood it
at the same time
But I was able
to articulate it swiftly
So
sue me
Chagall 2016
Peace & Love to all People. —CC
I completely lost my vision
on the Avenue A bus today
the whole world went suddenly
totally dark
my optic nerve
just lost its groove
then light again
with varying focal lengths
competing
for my attention
myopia to Indiana
cornfield depth
that left me just
a little agog
cockeyed for sure
clearly uncertain
At my elbow
an elderly beautiful lady
bathed in radiant light
prisms of so many colors
asked me if I was feeling alright
and I said
I feel fine
thank you, and you?
but she just smiled and turned away
But not before
I could see that she once
had kaleidoscope eyes
and I asked
Hey, aren’t you Lucy?
She shifted to face me square
and exclaimed
My God, man! How did you know?
And I explained we’d met years ago
at a place called Junior’s Cave
You’re more wrinkled now
I told her
so much more…
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Sometimes
unexpectedly
greys – candy-finished blacks
bursts of day-glo color
then everything goes
misted white again
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 