No breath to mist glass
sound trapped miles deep in blue ice
veiled eyes wanting sight
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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Oiled hands milk her breasts
descend to turgid pink lips
storms, throaty wild moans
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Repeated mewing
the same question – why my god?
cry the damned to sleep
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I let joy go free
small wings crumble easily
even sadness dies
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
The porch swing’s last ride
shadows swung on wooden slats
kindling Autumn fire
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Love on
the rocks can be
very painful, she said
wouldn’t you rather make love on
the grass?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Love endures
spilt coffee
ocean waves
drowning
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Cover of My Funny Valentine – by Rodgers/Hart
Eric Sebastien Greco – vocal
Carlos Chagall – guitars, arrangement
Bambino Cuadrado – percussion
Headphones always recommended.
Hands don’t seem to dirty in Hollywood
even if the character’s a farm hand
you can’t stay that clean if you work the land
just a bit too polished, no one’s that good
they shovel manure
with a manicure
pose a bit too coiffed
when they’re being boffed
rarely sweat or burp or sneeze or pass gas
in drama I’m saying, not comedy
that’s different, everything goes, it’s carefree
even die-oh-rear coming out one’s ass
© Chicheme, 2013
Somebody broke into my car last night
stole my rolling papers plus my 8-track
so I guess it was an old-school hippy
as such, when she’s caught, I’ll cut her some slack
© Chicheme, 2013
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