Wine is unlike life.
Clear bottles let in light
to spoil the wine.
Chagall 2018
Archive for September, 2018
I refuse to believe the leaves are falling
already, the green is now gold, wrapped
with sunlight faded, colder than before,
but still ere the hard winter ahead,
snow-shadow trees, and frozen gossamer.
Winds race through sparse canopy,
a shaken bough, a broken vow, an undertow
beneath a low cloud where songbirds sang.
The forest grows more quiet
with each passing day turn month, to years.
A stone skips the face of the pond
to rest finally in the aftermath
of an endlessly dying circle.
The green grows gold,
rapt with sunlight faded.
Chagall 2018
A reblog from 2016 about first dates and starry-eyed lovers. Hoping you are off to a great week. —CC
I picked her up 8 PM
As she locked the front door
I stood aside breathing in deeply
the cold winter sky
Where are we off to?
she asked excitedly
Pointing up I blurted
Orion Nebula, a star-forming region
below Rigel and Betelgeuse
there’s some folks I’d like you to meet
After staring at me long and hard, she said
Wait here a moment, let me grab my gloves
Chagall 2015
When asked what she thought of
multiple exclamation points where one suffices,
she screamed, “They suck!”
Chagall 2018
“Are you a thinker?” she asked.
How could he tell her he was
merely a curator – a reposter –
a distributor of others thoughts?
“I am,” he said, without thinking.
Chagall 2018
I woke up this morning and
it was 2018 all over again!
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We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
No, no
I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no
Yeah!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
Writer/s: PETER TOWNSHEND
Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
There is no such thing as
an independent investigation
so let’s stop calling for them
as if they’re a silver bullet.
Garlic and a crucifix
is all you need.
Chagall 2018
R.I.P. my ass –
hand me my trumpet!
Chagall 2018
My stylist stands behind my chair
talking to me in the mirror
where we hold our gaze steadfast
there in the silver backing
When I turn to face her
I can see she’s more perfect
Behind me
in the image
she averts her eyes
quite shyly
Chagall 2018
Alphabet City 