I am here as witness to attest
to the unequivocal breaking of dawn
Chagall 2017
Archive for November, 2017
Razor sharp
my face like a baby’s ass
freshly shaven
neat my collar’s
open she licks
a long neck
to minty lips
sweats like tonic
in a mouth of ice
she breathes in steam
like a new age coming
lustful urbana
does floor routines
atop a medieval mattress
hold sway there my Dulcinea!
I am flattered by your ardor
evidenced by subtle protrusions
of your body’s softer and finer tissue
you Bonnie and Juliet you
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
“You keep jugging along,” she said. I replied, “You mean chugging, right – like a train would.” To which she responded, “Why you have to go and upset the apricot like that?”
Chagall
Among the lingering, fading Om of crystals touched, glasses raised to toast, still there,
not quite yet imperceptible.
Chagall 2017
On the dawn of that day we believed our last,
the megaliths started to pulse cohesively.
Chagall 2017
The greenhouse torn down, disassembled
panes of flexible glass strewn about, still warm
Chagall 2017
Unless you have lived in a railroad tenement, you probably don’t know
what a front-room is.
Chagall 2017
Actually we have no love; we have sentiment; we have emotionality, sensuality, sexuality; we have remembrances of something which we have thought as love. But actually, brutally, we have no love.
-Krishnamurti
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