Mopping up sprinkles on fingertips, the end of the party,
round sweet remnants, in so many colors, matched the balloons
that bobbed overhead, and I upside down on my bed
pretended to walk on the ceiling.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: Alphabet City
Today’s snow is like that night years ago with my Dad
under the street lamp, both on our backs looking up
making angels, I not yet ten and he near sixty,
giggling together while the flakes wet our faces,
how pink his cheeks are, how deep are his eyes
in the blue of that night.
© Chagall 2015
Atop the snow’s dappled sunspots I sleigh
solar flare speeds me downhill
I’ve a tail of ice, steam, mist
and blinding white light
© Chagall 2015
The page is parted so subtle
where once your finger touched
and I traveled, searching the meaning
of words and the lattice of white space
© Chagall 2015
I realized then that it was far, far away
in the distance, the small v of an eagle
who slowly rises, dips on currents of air
© Chagall 2015
She said she saw the bittersweet
autumn in early spring, knew that
sunlight over time would burn her
colder than today.
© Chagall 2015
I’ve always been a sucker for a good lead pencil
mechanical or otherwise, with exotic size like
double o’seven, o’eight, or o’nine – the promise
of scribe on paper, the spilling of thought
like blood though black on brilliant white fibers, pressed
so many linens to emboss with the outpour of my mind
but the scratch – listen . . . do you hear that? that’s quill on papyrus
the sound of it, the sight of it, so much like sex in so many ways
the north-south-west-east of it, a counting of blessings
© Chagall 2015
I can’t open jars or snap my fingers to the beat
Feeling numb, I need some kind of dumb thumb treatment
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She’d shown me how to use the stars and so I found my way back home,
a simple path along the belt really, a dip rather than a rise at Hyades,
you’ll find me a hand-span below the Pleiades, more over your head,
one must marvel still at the intense lights of Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Sirius.
© Chagall 2015
Love you all,
have a great 2015!
Anyone know where
the after-party is?
© Chagall 2015
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