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On CC-CCTV, Channel Ocho

I grow weary of the couplet, such a shame
as it’s how I halve my quatrains

Soon I’ll offer nary
more than a letter

Welcome dear reader
to “name that thought”

© Chagall ∞

Communal Living

Every year around this time witnesses the return of
the cicada killer wasps: their sole purpose in life is
to fight, even to die, in the war against cicada.

They land their bodies on my hot pavers, the straight-away
between the porches is a landing field for sassy doughboys,
chewing gum, sun in their eyes, alive another day.

I get out the hose and assist them in training, parrying
with sprinkler and jet and soaker settings, preparing them for
aerial bug-fight, cicadas are fierce opponents
with an innate understanding of prime numbers.

I had a huge party this weekend and I gathered the cicada killer wasps
around and I told them it was the front of the house for the rest of the day
and they listened. That night while packing up the tent and the chairs
they came back and settled into their usual spot. The leader,
oddly one of the youngest, came over and said, “You miss everybody,
i can tell,” hovered a moment and then flew off to the shade of the boxwoods.

© Chagall ∞


I did not think I would write today,
living life had more allure until
I reached too far, I felt too
deeply, I fell ever so gently
from such a short height,
that’s all it took
to be here.

© Chagall ∞

Hitting It Off

The little blue light of the vacuum continued to pulse;
my referring to it as the umbrella at first had set us off on the wrong foot.
And she – basil – with the emphasis on the second syllable.
no frying z, just a clean s, like in seal.  Who does that?

© Chagall ∞

Psst …

This poem is a bridge, you’ve just missed
the last exit before the toll. Perhaps
it’s a bell, for bells toll too, I’m told.
Poem me? Poem you! The nerve
is what needs
touching. Meaning?
EZ Pass – right this way; Always in
the wrong lane behind the guy with no cash
who cannot get the mechanical arm to lift
no matter what, and then just misses running over
the service technician crossing slowly in front of
our earth-bound vehicles.

You’ll note that there is no toll going in
the other direction. Try to make me pay.
I dare you.

© Chagall ∞


All I want to do this morning
is to tickle your mind so that
it’s impressed by the same grey
morning I’m experiencing here
electrically sublime anticipating
the vestige of today.

Chagall 2015

Haiku For Transversal


Your eyes find these words
Across the chasm they come
Light up the dark bridge

© Chagall 2015

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