
Squash flowers in bloom
pick, shake them a bit or else
bumblebees in fridge
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Squash flowers in bloom
pick, shake them a bit or else
bumblebees in fridge
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Pentametrically challenged as I am
I try to avoid them – iambs that is
Pesky critters, miss one and poof you’re done
Look! See? There goes a crazy one now!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Death’s silence hangs there
wakes us both from life’s sound sleep
neither of three breaths
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

She’d fallen down her entire life
at 32 feet per second each second
that’s a long-long way to fall
The planet simply came out from under her
gravity did the rest
though she did her best
Over time she fell faster and farther
but not harder
she’d only land once
A dervish spin with a devilish grin
in endless free-fall
in the pull of gravity
the larger body wins
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Time is doubling pace
I fall down float in its wake
let go the tow line
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Wind circles my heart
puffs full my spirit’s mainsail
sorrowing billows
© Carlos Chagall, 2103
Heartbeats slow the pulse
till the hummingbird wings still
to float timelessly
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Syllables stretch far
while meaning exceeds lifetimes
pages turn to dust
Digital knowledge
electromagnetic pulse
mankind starts anew
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I am tired with alphabet words
aren’t you?
The C word, the D word, the F word, the H word, the J word,
the K word, the L word, the N word, the Q word, the S word,
etcetera, etcetera
my word!
I apologize if I offended anyone by leaving out their offending word
Here’s the plan:
assemble everyone in the U.S.
Yankee Stadium is too small,
so maybe we rent the Grand Canyon for a day.
(I know people who know people
from the Hualapai Tribal Nation and the Havasupai Tribe
so this is a non-issue, as they say)
We set up microphones and Marshall Amps
all along the bottom of the Inner Gorge
everyone gets a turn to shout out their words
from A to Z
crank the volume up to 10 and get it all out
once and for all
ALL THE HATE WORDS!
let them ring out and echo there
from the 3 billion year old Vishnu Schist at the bottom of the Gorge
to the 300 million year old Kaibab Limestone there at the rim
rattle the fossils in the strata
declare how insignificant we are
After this day, while we cannot officially disallow the use of the words,
we can agree not to be offended any longer
by any of it
We will then adjourn to the banks of the Colorado River
where we will have the largest tailgating party
in the history of the world
pot luck – the theme is grandma’s recipes
served up family style
we will randomly select musicians from each nationality, ethnicity, and religion,
and have a battle of the bands into the wee hours
we will dance like nobody’s watching
conga lines visible from space
folk tales around the campfires
face painting for the kids
inter-caravan conjugal visits between consenting adults are optional
but encouraged
in the morning we will proceed back to the world
a rejuvenated and deeply bonded people
the world won’t know what hit ’em
we will NOT rest on our laurels
but will begin planning
our international event immediately
I’m thinking a desert maybe is an appropriate venue
at the end of my four years
we will be ready for the aliens
which, in my mind, is our real threat
My name is Carlos Chagall, and I approve this post.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Please see here for Here’s What I’ll Do If I Am Elected – Part I
I’ve become quite skilled
in unspoken word
biting my own tongue
regrets of omission rather
than ruing the things I’ve said
l’esprit de l’escalier?
my retorts are always timely
mine’s the sound of one voice
a monologue
so I’m never wrong
in my mind there are no lips
so cursing is not as pleasant
I miss furling my lip while hurling air
at that back-throat k
my mind’s in the guttural sounds it makes
down along the curb
my silence is the good fence
that makes good neighbors
so they say
I sing out loud ancient hymns
they resonate inside my head
reverberate in cool chambers
in the crypts below the abbey
you will never know just how I feel
about you my friend
until the very end
know me by my epitaph
it will read
. . .
© Carlos Chagall, 2013