I enjoy surrounding
myself with those
to whom I can
provide great value
without exerting
a great deal of effort
myself
© Chagall 2014
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Everyone around stares
at plastic-silicon
while we gaze now instead –
we pour ourselves – into the timelessness
of sunlight on our foreheads
and upon each open palm
and parted lip
© Chagall 2014
Although you can’t see it
of course there’s a flame.
© Chagall 2014
My inner voice speaks
in tongues – babbles on.
© Chagall 2014
The songs we sing tonight will be pressed
onto small and platinum platters
the last of which will perish
many years from now
without so much
as a whisper
© Chagall 2014
by her, the past participles
– really the fine particulars
weaved in the brightest future
always was while weren’t
on the other hand both swept away. Slower living certainly
though purported to be an umbra. Above all else
above any smile, just once that I should watch
and she would see
© Chagall 2014
Please dear God
don’t let her become
the moron
that I am.
© Chagall 2014
Under headphones so long
my thoughts are hi-fi
© Chagall 2014
Unlike love,
it’s difficult.
© Chagall 2014
That last night I didn’t want us
to eat at the museum cafe
his art concerns the figure
distinguishes the fragrant
rather than ground
two through ether’s atoms
nature as cylinders
spheres in the city of lights
ether concentrates the last drops
in the downpour and dies
a single stroke, each stroke
despite the efforts of a passing driver
heavy black, the palette knife
less volatile, ether removes pain
sensation till the end, believe me sight
nothing more than touch
© Chagall 2014
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