I don’t talk about it;
if I did I would drown.
© Chagall 2014
Tag Archive: Alphabet City
I was running on all cylinders, excited about life
and prospects, then I thought about the situation
perhaps a bit too much, the bottom fell out and I
lost all enthusiasm, found myself jumping from one
item to another, to find something to stick, to assert
itself as worth doing, worth living for, something compelling,
impelling, organic and all-consuming, energy about, throughout
and within, a lever to miracles, something essentially me,
and that’s where you came in.
© Chagall 2014
My muse sits beside Lady Luck –
how sexy those two nibbling bonbons.
© Chagall 2014
I’m singing in the rain,
just singin’ in the rain,
it’s a glorious feeling
that no songwriter should
have the right
to friggin’ copyright.
Love,
© Chagallito 2014
If with each word I fall shorter of you
should I then leave it to silence?
I confess the odds are half against
I’ll connect, yet I pursue the bridge,
the aftermath of breaking words, the masthead
on your brow through cortex of vision,
around and about your cape of good hope.
© Chagall 2014
Cool refreshing figs
Sweet blanched almond milk
Love her dessert spread
© Chagall 2014
I’ve imagined her name’s Elizabeth
but I’ve settled on mainly Sarah
for the time being.
© Chagall 2014
When you come to this country you should be asking yourself
what am I bringing rather than what am I seeking to take.
© Chagall 2014
Hard to explain how invasive you are
if you don’t acknowledge my line.
When I ask who you think you are
and you reply no one
I’ve never been more sad.
© Chagall 2014
Twenty years
tomorrow
since Eve
is gone
yet it’s still
to sink in
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 