
At present I wait
long for arcing shots of fire
life’s arrows’ quiver
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

At present I wait
long for arcing shots of fire
life’s arrows’ quiver
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Promise me you’ll live
not waste a moment granted
now this time you breathe
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Their distant voices
remind me that life goes on
an arm’s length away
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

How naked her tongue
electric red papilla
every bump excites
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

To leave one you love
is much harder than dying
second time around
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Rains wash over me
nature falls a spent lover
her wet camisole
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Possibility
lies in each passing moment
though skies are certain
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Erudite crude rites
such strange initiations
like their shit don’t stink
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Life is so simple
Breathe in and out without thought
Why get more involved?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I carry the dead
hushed voices on my shoulder
heaven cries, we weep
© Carlos Chagall, 2013