Archive for February, 2018


A Puzzlement

I am perplexed by people who say it’s all good
and then get pissed off.

Chagall 2018

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Let’s see what is happening today
in the life of Carlos Chagall …

Chagall 2018

Topology 101

In this land
of abandoned contraband
and fecund arabesques,
I am told it is OK
to cease to celebrate
recurring days
of birth

Headlong,
an obligation,
shopworn, tattered,
and forlorn, ahead of time
foresworn, more than four-score
years ago, way before now,
Saturdays first conceived
for salutations, felicitations,
spirits chasing salted kisses
in almost morning, before the break

Receive with broad open heart
this resonant embrace beholding
the coming of days

Captivating tenons
like fascinating rhythms
there all along the curve:
the supple subtle run
of another

Chagall 2018

Decisions, Decisions…

The sunglass emoji says this is more about me than you.
So definitely going to go with heart-eyes on this one.

Chagall 2018

Agency 2.0

I return my laptop to the office. All of the peripherals and other technology are happy to see her again. All except for my audio gear. I will talk with them later to inquire why that is the case.

Chagall 2018

Et Voila

I have grown to deeply – profoundly –
appreciate the difference – the gaping chasm –
the disparity – between the genius behind the creation
and the drivel that emanates from the lips of those created.

Chagall 2018

Midnight Backyard Stroll

The moon is low and large,
the light from my neighbors window
is a golden talc on the night,
muted and diffused, like my thoughts
lately. The laughter of
loved ones from inside, warms me
despite frigid air. Cold live oxygen,
thin, effervescent, fills my lungs,
invigorates, hollows out and
clears space for life, provides
ground for the full figure
of my heart.

All of me beats
with expectation to return
to within. They wait for me.
Entering from the garden side,
I shed the frosted twilight
immediately upon crossing the transom,
warmed though I have yet to near the hearth.

Their shouts of welcome
melt me to remove
all sense of
I, other, and
the outside
where I have been.

Chagall 2018

Regrettably So

Now,
cross-legged
on the floor
alone,
I wish I had
spent
more time
alongside you
at night
on the couch with
my arm draped
around you,
heads tilted and
touching,
feeling
the meld of
temples,
thoughts and
dreams.

Chagall 2018

Haiku for Love Drowning

Will never lose me
Mouthed indistinguishably
There underwater

Chagall 2018

Haiku for Baptism by Ocean

Shout hallelujah
Frenzied oxygenation
Salt water on lips

Chagall 2018
Originally part of a larger piece – a Chagallian Loku –
found here

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