Though it is cold out the sun is still strong. I am amazed
at the amount of mist that has gathered despite the frost.
I return indoors, greeted by a body-rush of warmth, and
familiar scents, heavier now, making their way through
the chilled air I hold yet in my lungs. My eyes are still
filled with the intensity of outdoor light, unadjusted,
all I can see is the golden flame of your candle still burning
in this 16th hour.
Chagall 2017
Just like the girl on the tapes I order un carafe d’eau
hoping it will solve for thirst I have
If I smoked I’d light one now
strike it nonchalant
With just a touch
of distant stare
to show the wheels
still turn
Circumspect to be
less than
ordinary
I have somewhere to be
so I say I must be going now
Je dois partir maintenant
To you lovers
at your tables
I nod to you
in silent unknowing
Your gaze on my back
falls for far too short
a moment
© Chagall 2013
I have a roll of invisible tape that I use
to wrap un-purchased gifts.
Chagall 2017
Listen, do you hear that? Laughter, another day.
Grainy sunlight on PanX, high shutter speeds,
like the firing of synapse in the moment.
How far can I dive and pretend to bend time?
Chagall 2017
Words years-long in the making:
Conferral of your degree …
Chagall 2017
I have lost patience for epiphany
needing more than an octet to manifest
Chagall 2017
corner time find color fits search whole appears face love ago you I
Chagall 2017
a poem is either
an act of God or a prayer
Chagall 2017
Copper leaves undulate, flutter my soul, beat their wings in the hollow
of my being, till I am rapt in wind, coaxed to release, to let go the tether that holds me dear to the branch. I do not cede this vantage. In the face of a tree befallen, steadfast grip is fate.
Chagall 2017
We have all been trained to believe that we differ, left from right,
horizontal bifurcation, blinded to the reality that we are instead
separated by vertical lines, rich from poor, elite from peon,
have from haven’t.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
None of them represents you. Not a single one is as nuanced as you.
Search deep for those things you truly feel and not the memes of those
who would have you believe that black and white, up and down, in and out,
all truly exist as inevitable pairings.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
The alternative is as bad as the one for whom we need an alternative.
It’s not a question of left or right, but rather Front or Back,
to indicate your preferred position while being screwed.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Chagall 2017
Alphabet City 