Alphabet City

Godspeed is lightspeed
We see until we are blind
Not invisible

Chagall 2018

I remember she smelled of Wella Balsam,
an eggnog fresh out of the shower,
creamy and delicious.

Chagall 2018

Major avenues of access appear
with the sacrifice of the Bishop,
exposing the Queen awaiting on the diagonal,
a carved oaken femme-fatale
pinning the position, a smirk
from ear-to-ear despite
her inanimate nature.

Love, Carlos
For an old wordpress friend with green eyes

The melody haunts
on the offbeat,
my heart-pulse.

Sad, but
maybe hopeful.

The fuzzy reeds,
breath through tenors,
piano and bass
both upright shake
sand-castles loose
at the turrets.

Doubtful brushes swirl on snares
precise in ambiguous beat,
more color than anything electric.

A young girl
neon-green bikini
samba prone on her lounger
under earbuds to her own muse
or maybe disposable pop.

Surf rolls,
hear that oh-so-soft brush on cymbal?

Grab it, hold on
till fade.

Chicheme, March 2013
Chagall 2018

• Written March 21, 2013, poolside under headset,
  listening to Miles Davis Kind of Blue, vibing with its drummer, Jimmy Cobb.

P.S. I called myself Chicheme back then.   🙂

The bird’s song is beautifully composed,
trilled variations of a theme, in long
cycles repeating, sometimes days

Articulate in the use
of punctuating silence, rhythmic quiet
where she cedes the world meter to answer

Her call to join-in singing

Chagall 2018

Coyotes eat oats, antelopes cantaloupes,
and big old bears barf barley, while a wolf
would wolf-down a waffle, maybe two.

Chagall 2018
 

It will be the greatest party you shall ever attend.
I’ll probably have a pool by then and skinny-dipping
will be allowed.

Chagall 2018

So sad that we have become
that sort of planet.

Chagall 2018

We are all just a thought away
from unbounded universal joy

Chagall 2018

A hail of sun spots
spews photons for new life
pinholes appear
persist to reveal gaping
stars inverted ex utero

at its birth
we tickle the sole of the universe

it responds
with less than a perfect Apgar score

but we grade on a curve
so consider this creation
inspected and officially
suitable for life

(please leave the envelope
under the big blue rock)

© Chagall 2014/2018