Sparks shock my darkness
stark elements project
my soul tumbling
in ghost towns
beside gray seascapes
nothing escapes final curtains
caught in the damned
proscenium arch at the foreground
You – there in the thicket!
From whence thee be lit?
© Chagall 2015
I’ve thought of becoming
a satellite
that orbits around
your space
send you news
and weather of the heart
just a 10-second
delay on a live feed
as long as it takes
to recover
from sunlight
and dips in the road
in order to see
in dark rooms
and to find one’s
stomach again.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 