If I were blind
I’d learn to discern
the remarkable scent
of your voice
If I wasn’t so blind
I’d have had the chance
to revel in your love
Chagall 2018
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I want to let go
but my heart will
not let me relent.
Chagall 2018
My identity?
Steal it!
Please.
I beg you.
Chagall 2018
Gaia
God
Haiku
Hope
Four words
at the center
of my blog cloud
Chagall 2018
Tonight at sunset, 7:06 P.M.,
I will light a yahrzeit, say
a Hail Mary, and shoot whiskey
down, in memory of his passing.
Chagall 2018
Post-Its should consider
a line of rolling papers,
branch out, take Big Bambu
head on.
Chagall 2018
Staten Island exists
because Cole Porter hits
need a rhyme for Manhattan
Chagall 2018
Birds have observed
that though we sing
we seldom fly.
Chagall 2018
It was me at the window that morning
Running my fingers along the lace tat
I watch you walk away so graceful
Of that day I remember very little
You turned, I ducked, I saw you blow kisses
You waved, I stood, at the corner you wait
I wait
You’ll come back like you always do
Chagall, September 12, 2015 (revised)
Something odd’s going on here
details I can’t figure out
so couldn’t recant
at some future
setting it up now
for later
some times
are more real
than others
remember?
Chagall 2018
