Slapped, popped, miffed.
Slipped, pooped, missed.
Slept, peeked, mist.
Spent, packed, must.
Spilled, piled, mauled.
Spoilage, pillage, mileage.
Sparrows, pillows, hedgerows.
Persimmons, marshmallow fluff.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Slapped, popped, miffed.
Slipped, pooped, missed.
Slept, peeked, mist.
Spent, packed, must.
Spilled, piled, mauled.
Spoilage, pillage, mileage.
Sparrows, pillows, hedgerows.
Persimmons, marshmallow fluff.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I have special drops
I place in my eyes,
to over-dilate my pupils.
To let in light
from distant stars,
ancient pink,
blue and white.
I trace a line,
from here to there,
with the glow-tip
of a Marlboro red,
from Orion, to Andromeda,
along nebulae and pulsars,
long gone ago,
but still my sky.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013