Collapsing, ever-folding
within me to a point
that explodes, infinite
lights the wisdom surrounds
without me endless consonant
tone, the frequency
of life, a hush no longer
stillborn, dilating
full prism color deep space
skies black oil universe swimming
and I am grinning across the breadth
expanse from ear to shining seas
of the oldest stars that hover
so wise, beautiful when they cry
the carbon is much sweeter that way
and makes the eternal you, man.
© Chagall 2015
It’s Saturday morning,
I find within my mind
that which allows it
to never slip away.
© Chagall 2015
In the moon I’ve seen
slow waltzes of shadows
sultry and long-lined
silhouettes arched, stretched tightly
around rims of deep craters,
sunlit so far away.
© Chagall 2015
As we passed the church
I made doubly certain
that I made one more
sign of the cross than she.
© Chagall 2015
Her emojis gave me much pleasure,
brought soothing pressure to my thumbs.
© Chagall 2015
She and I, so similar – two peas
in separate pods each desiring
the annihilation of the other.
© Chagall 2015
People like us just know
where all the stashes would be.
© Chagall 2015
I watched him
over his shoulder
at first not recognizing
the lines, but then I saw
he was drawing asunder,
which I thought was no
longer allowed.
© Chagall 2015
I inhale till
the flame goes out.
© Chagall 2015
Who knows what you’ll find
on the edges of cards
used to scrape up
the mess.
© Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 