By the time you blink
now – before you grasp it’s gone
life conceals itself
Two real eyes gaze out
emit light with no body
life intoxicates
Seemingly demur
but then a seductive grin
blows a kiss my way
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Category: Haiku
Fukushima plant
radioactivity
we must awaken
Central Africa
dead Banguese children on streets
awaken we must
Fort Hood massacre
psychotics fronting for God
must we awaken?
Libyan militia
ambassadors dead for votes
awaken – must we?
Iran and the nukes
are our new dukes of hazard
must awaken We
Iraq, Pakistan
shoppers and soccer fans dead
we must awaken
Ambush in Kashmir
fire cannons blast the crowd
awaken we must
U.S. denounces
Vietnam’s clampdown on Tweets
must we awaken?
BP at the gulf
mutant shrimp ponder the brine
awaken – must we?
Who you think’s richer
UBS or B of A?
must awaken We
Governors, mayors
bribing – sexting – on the take
we must awaken
American dream
owning a home gets harder
awaken we must
Gunfire at town hall
evicted who take revenge
must we awaken?
Alabama’s po’
dang, ain’t as obese no mo’
awaken – must we?
Manson, Arts, page 1
Verdi’s Falstaff, page 7
must awaken We
Dopers at the plate
tainted horsehide flies so far
awaken we must
Must we awaken?
Evil is barely contained
shrouded in its grin
Exposed long lean legs
wrapped around your hips and face
undulating tongues
It knows what to do
ego strokes your libido
it’s power and sex
Alienation
it’s dehumanization
lost in the garden
Must awaken We
I’m sure We’d hate to miss it
being the last show
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
It is better late
for never’s too long a time
my apology
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
So delicately
tentatively propped on top
steady back don’t breathe
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
We all get smaller
as the universe expands
the world fades both ends
Life’s center looms large
dimmed creation’s fire is quenched
where no sighs exist
Long still reckoned pause
deep rumble, ground gears, next shift
gentle momentum
Young girls with flourish
fan pleated flower bouquets
start us up again
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Branca knew it too
the written moment unleashed
his was history
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
In time You will know
the self you intend to be
they say three’s a crowd
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Colorful balloons
air nearly spent dragging string
searching for their child
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Two mist young seedlings
in the slant of morning sun
each life swells with hope
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Squash flowers in bloom
pick, shake them a bit or else
bumblebees in fridge
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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