Who knows what you’ll find
on the edges of cards
used to scrape up
the mess.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: ambiguity
Endless possibility filled the moment
(which happened to be morning) sun
baked me dry and timeless so I became
one with the sky so far
above the ground I hover, delight
in my self now not at all
sad to lose it.
© Chagall 2015
This then is essentially done,
I just need now to go and do it.
© Chagall 2015
Why, can’t you hear it?
I’m pulsing with the music.
Why can’t you? Hear it.
© Chagall 2015
I
I mention it’s about 10 per week or so,
enough to get the point across,
but not enough to skew it.
II
I tell her my shoulders hurt real bad,
she says I’ll start at the bottom, work up.
III
I remember nothing but overwhelming comfort
pressing in from all sides.
© Chagall 2015
I am not Carlos
nor am I the person
who pretends to be
Carlos. She is not
me, I tell myself
I’m not like her,
of the haunting grin,
with seeming knowledge
of my delicate whispers,
scribed by her spectral hand.
© Chagall 2015
They say less is more.
Huh!
© Chagall 2015
I’ve imagined her name’s Elizabeth
but I’ve settled on mainly Sarah
for the time being.
© Chagall 2014
Her love roots in pity
so her partners once healed
suffer her leaving to prompt her return.
© Chagall 2014
I don’t believe in the oven light
Things should bake in the dark
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 