
Keep my wipers slow
like more blur than clarity
rains cascade, wet lips
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Keep my wipers slow
like more blur than clarity
rains cascade, wet lips
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Her poetry’s poor
orders rant from stained menus
nonetheless we pay
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

The future’s dandy
it’s what’s past that’s my concern
every now and then
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Traitors unravel
friends, family, state, heaven,
join Satan on ice
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I cry for lost suns
born down warm summers ago
promise cedes to rue
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Don’t leave me Chloe
fill the eve with your wonder
‘fore mourning ends life
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Seductress flatters,
hypocrites cheat thieves, seers
divine, hate divides
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Life in small beach towns
sand, salt, she gets off at twelve
blue-dolphin kisses
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Asleep in the back
dark road, cool breeze, all things pass
Mom kids Dad in front
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

A three-ring circus
destructors, suicides, sharks
feign the Minotaur
© Carlos Chagall, 2013