Alphabet City

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

saga rain
soaks Gaia

a queen without
need for a king

royally scented
scantily clad

wears just wind
earth now water

we are all
born drowning

Chagall 2018

Beyond lies sunset
No shadow cast upon ground
Light not everywhere

Chagall 2018