I just need a bit of breathing room
and a cushion against the rest of life
if it’s not going to come from you
well then that’s a very sad thing
© Chagall 2014
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Just a light touch of the flame
a short draw now hold it in
take a whisper hit
on life
© Chagall 2014
The smell of juniper and quinine
cocktails decompose
over time I believe
in blackthorn sloe
iced rims and peels
at precise times
perfect blend
with just enough tilt
to justify everyday
long and low I go
around high-heeled
a pucker and a tart
on the edge
frayed by longing
tickled by tassels
a halted sneeze
anticipates blessing
that never comes
see me
dance down the pole
in your void
savagely horned
good heat
but little smoke
© Chagall 2014
I know nothing’s permanent
Everything – everyone – dies
I bring that somber to all I do
Even the happy times
© Chagall 2014
The scent of the earth’s an intoxicant
Here, try a line
© Chagall 2014
The sun alights on my body
billions of bouncy bright beads
highlight my bones relative to the star’s azimuth
in a way I do not quite comprehend coax
to the surface delicious light
from somewhere deep within
© Chagall 2014
So odd that he’d miss
the subtlety of my charm
given the nuance of his spite
© Chagall 2014
Stick figures she’d draw on the mirror
appear in the bathroom steam
weeks after her passing
© Chagall 2014
Originally posted on June 8, 2013. Have a great weekend. —Chagall
She, eloquently,
recited his passages,
as he once would have.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
What does it mean
to be pi
seconds long?
© Chagall 2014
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