The stuff you write seems
somehow secretly
subversive

Hidden Me$$ajiz
and that kind of
rot

To beat, or not to beat
out the rhythm
is the answer

Ponder that while
ya’ pound and gather
ye rosebuds

Aglow under glorious lamp
heaven heaves

Where teardrops
tarry, starry-eyed
sisters sigh

Blest, yesterday’s satyrs
rest no more for they’re wary

Wrestled under wristlets,
I relinquish my hold

Tested,
crested,
bested

Westwardly northern gazes,
an other-worldly haze
wafts

Prolongs the permeation
to ascertain the permutations
possible

Sing with me!
…we are just
too mahvelous
for words

Chagall 2019

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