Category: Poetry


The Genesis Account

Alphabet City

It was all new back then,
just the heavens and me,
and of course
the Void

I was getting ready to sink the valleys,
when Everest – who mistakenly must have thought I was trying to hit on her – said
But you’re old enough to be my Mother!

and I said
I am
Earth
I am
your Mother,
now come here and give Mommy
a kiss

© Chagall, 2013

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In the past I thought just flavor
but now I conceive technique.

Chagall 2018

Dead Serious

Life expectancy is a state of mind.
At 60 I tell myself I am less
than a tenth of the way there – to set the tone –
and my genes respond quite favorably.

Stop selling yourself short – get ready for the long haul.
Luxuriate in life and time.

Enough of this “60 is the new 40” crap.
600 anyone?

Chagall 2018

a tale,
emit,
alit on tines;
time,
timeless,
timelessness;
lament time,
I tell my tales,
all mine;
sentiment,
sentimental,
sentimentality;
mental state,
stalemate,
sameness;
names,
a mess,
me…I…;
limit,
limitless,
limitlessness;
miles yet,
I smile,
till I lie still;
sense,
senses,
sensate;
sans any timelines,
ill in time,
my last line;
senile,
senilely,
senility;
it lies,
in nil,
sans any tielines;
stillness,
stillnessless,
I see me all lit in tinsel.

Chagall 2018

Overheard Just Now

You can’t do what they don’t tell you to do,
it’ll only make things worse.

Chagall 2018

What’s Your Sign?

A copulating cluster of cicada killers crowds the concrete walk,
but I don’t care – I just walk on by with my head held high,
hoping they don’t attack me.

Chagall 2018

Come and Go

Viagra’s side effects can include diarrhea…

Chagall 2018
(originally titled Slip Slidin’ Away)

An old lady sneezed on the bus today
and the driver yelled out
God Bless You!

His benediction hung there
in the quiet morning rush
in the dust that drifted
in the slanted sun of near autumn
coming through the windows

And the dozen of us on the bus
realized that this was no mere driver
but a holy man
in masquerade

a messiah in blue shirt
his holy locks tucked
under a union cap

He later affirmed that he was
based on the aplomb displayed

with the hydraulic doors
and keeping people back
of the line

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

When Walt Whitman first started his blog
he was disappointed by an initial lack of readers,
and then he met Frost.

Chagall 2018

Damselflies alit
Broken flowers from afar
Atop bamboo sticks

Chagall 2018

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