They’re shouting last call
transports leave those left behind
wondering planets
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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Her soaps were simple
incense and olive
I keep those she’s left behind
Carved small shavings from each
Stranded curls
Melt in water
I coax her out from the shore
To here
Deep enough
Just barely really on all counts
So many droplets
Swing from her exits
With so much grace
Her wet footsteps
Along the walk
Maybe one’s not
Yet misted away
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
All along failed walls
blue rope-bougainvillaea seams
to heal tangled worlds
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
My conscious whinnies
unbridled I pass the reins
to spectral riders
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
First morning arrives
primal rains deafen sere land
she dreams earth is steam
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Wonder on wonder
meta-wonder full woman
created new man.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Embrace the brainstorm
get up there high atop trees
rainfalls in your mind.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Join me
à demi-mot.
Harmonize we
swirl you-me.
First person
plural one us.
Nous sommes
toujours ensemble.
Favor
the other.
Ci
sentiamo.
In I
I trust.
We go
we ego.
Wee ego
we zygote.
One lips
kiss.
Just
one.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Since ’51
haven’t seen the sun
in Katmandu, Kham and Ando.
Young Tapey rains
dreams – falls
through to the dome,
to the glow
in the palm of the hand
little wings stir air,
as a drop floats up
ere a spirit looks down,
wrapped in linen cloud.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
What has yet to be written –
from absurd to sublime
has it all been said?
Take a moment.
Also think of where it’s all
been scribed – on hearts, minds,
stone, stars, sand,
winds, walls,
in the heavens
and in the mud,
etched-in blood and ink and tears and sweat,
invisible, indelible, and permanent.
And by whom?
Wholly holy worthy ones,
the prophets, poets, and bards.
What I mean to say is
just suppose we juxtapose
polka dots:Dalai Lama.
Start a bow-tie trend,
Tibetan U-Bet,
feature Tenzin Gyatso,
sporting FOURTEEN carat diamonds.
Tattoo Hello Dalai on the ass of Time,
go tramp-stamp the seat of the cosmos.
Anyone out there own this concept –
am I safe to assume it’s mine?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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