Tag Archive: che che cole


Yay Creation! TAKE 2

The cut from your cheekbone
to the line of your chin down your neck
to the flat plain above your cleavage
where it separates into two perfectly
aerodynamic curvatures that cannot be comprehended
on graph paper or by formulae

Chagall 2015

Zoot!

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Odd
everyone rhyming tonight
in similar patois and pattern

must be effects
of the local blend

© Chagall 2015

Wee Man In The Boat

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A little bit less than a full flue open
adjusts my burn just right

© Chagall 2014

Still There Still

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You’d take me for a ride,
how I loved when you took me for a ride.

You saved me once,
I’ve savored your being,

when you loved me
it slips away you said –
how I loved when it didn’t slip away.

© Chagall 2014

The Recipe

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Sweeten it first
then chill it down

© Chagall 2014

Pitter Patois

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When you realize you’re style
the rest comes easy.

Then it’s just you
being you.

How not to upset
the apricot.

Or burn one bridge
before she’s been crossed.

I smile, blow kisses from twilight
whenever there’s love.

© Chagall 2014

When We Were Kings

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imagine a nuyorican
sunny wednesday morning
columbian latte in hand
visiting chloe and her mom
brazilians from the tribe chamacoco
essentially paraguayans
propped on a rail on a screened-in porch
watching while outside two crews of three
build a wall
and mow a lawn
it’s hard to tell if they are
mexicans – maybe aztecans –
or nay. . . of course they are mayans!

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

This was the very first post to Alphabet City in March.  We reissue it here as music set to poetry.  Sebastien and Chloe on vocals, along with the usual suspects playing behind them.  We are having fun here this wonderful April evening outside of NYC, 2013, planet Earth; hope you are doing the same.



I'm a wire thin warrior on rooftops in starlight.
Red-shifted from eons up alleys, down fire escapes.
Black and white flickers from Telstar,
from before the flood, but after the mad dash.

Back in the day, on Eleventh and A, 
who knew we were in Alphabet City?

Or that Twelfth and D would be the place to be?

On Tenth and First we'd quench our thirst
with piragüa in July, coquito in June,
from the little man with the blue pushcart 
and the green balloon.

So much love, so much heart, so sweet, 
so right, see you 
on the corner tonight.

Oyeme mulata!
Che che colé, 
que bueno e'?

Chicheme, March 2013
© Carlos Chagall, April 2013
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Telstar

Cosa Nuestra

I'm a wire thin warrior on rooftops in starlight.
Red-shifted from eons up alleys, down fire escapes.
Black and white flickers from Telstar,
from before the flood, but after the mad dash.

Back in the day, on Eleventh and A, 
who knew we were in Alphabet City?

Or that Twelfth and D would be the place to be?

On Tenth and First we'd quench our thirst
with piragüa in July, coquito in June,
from the little man with the blue pushcart 
and the green balloon.

So much love, so much heart, so sweet, 
so right, see you 
on the corner tonight.

Oyeme mulata!
Che che colé, 
que bueno e'?

Chicheme, March 2013

Links 
Telstar
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