Odd
everyone rhyming tonight
in similar patois and pattern
must be effects
of the local blend
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: boss!
She said there appeared to be
far too many, more than she’d ever
imagined there would be.
And whether she spoke of souls or stars,
we’ve agreed to be not certain.
Our pact proclaims that the exclamation
in and of itself
is enough.
In free fall
she the poet loses
her punctuation –
sublimely, she surrenders
a pliable palladium who drops her guard
to sweeter moments, rocks away slowly – certainly slower
when she’s asked to hesitate and think on the upbeat prior the bar.
And baby
still smokes.
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 