Archive for July, 2018


What’s Your Sign?

A copulating cluster of cicada killers crowds the concrete walk,
but I don’t care – I just walk on by with my head held high,
hoping they don’t attack me.

Chagall 2018

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Come and Go

Viagra’s side effects can include diarrhea…

Chagall 2018
(originally titled Slip Slidin’ Away)

An old lady sneezed on the bus today
and the driver yelled out
God Bless You!

His benediction hung there
in the quiet morning rush
in the dust that drifted
in the slanted sun of near autumn
coming through the windows

And the dozen of us on the bus
realized that this was no mere driver
but a holy man
in masquerade

a messiah in blue shirt
his holy locks tucked
under a union cap

He later affirmed that he was
based on the aplomb displayed

with the hydraulic doors
and keeping people back
of the line

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

When Walt Whitman first started his blog
he was disappointed by an initial lack of readers,
and then he met Frost.

Chagall 2018

Damselflies alit
Broken flowers from afar
Atop bamboo sticks

Chagall 2018

A hot wire
caffeinated
small spikes
emanate off
my being
I am barbed
receptors in
troughs jagged
hyper and omni
the internal scream
is louder than
any known noise
on the outside
thoughts ragged
then diffuse then
gone and I am
suspended in gray
a fade to a point
of most existence
alone on the path
of least resistance
a breath underwater
I trust won’t drown
in this bag of waters
I perceive
the universe is my caul

Chagall 2018

Torn

Having to be most svelte
when one needs comfort food most

Chagall 2018

She whispered that she was crudité.
I asked Don’t you mean erudite?
She replied Shush and come here, dip me in this vinaigrette.

Chagall 2018

footsteps in relief
well before washing away

the breaths I take cease
so suddenly, less frequent

my amazement at life is
more frequent, less sudden

looking back, the tide recedes
over ten tanned toes

Chagall 2018

Whisked away, we waltz
when music befalls us
in three-quarter time,
dervishly spinning,
your hand in mine, my
how we glide. Suddenly
the floor drops away, whee!
are skyborn.

Chagall 2018

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