Tag Archive: erato

Calliope for Satie

She is comprised solely
of essential oils, lovely
silken flow, pistons in valve
lubricant, stamens on pistil,
pollen swollen anthers, she wills
the will of the wisp to do
her bidding, she calls sweetly
through the nightbird, coopts
its thin coiled chord to vocalize,
to trill appoggiatura.

I relax limb and tenon about her,
promenade on wrists and knees:
gymnopédie as it was meant to be,
arched, pointed, and flexed.

© Chagall ∞

Hey, You A Muse?

I must be careful
as I proceed from this point
to resist the urge to fly

So I will stay grounded
though notice my ankles stretch
upward forever in flight

I wear lime-yellow argyles
socks where you’re supposed to be

Crazy zig zags man
– give a brother a pound and
say see you later

I’m heading to the roof now
someone’s predicted occurrences foreseen that
I’ll need to be flying to

I’m sorry
I could only resist
for so long

Chagall 2016

Visual Mashup

I write at a desk
with a window behind me

When my screen goes dark
it reflects the sky
that spans there
over my shoulder

Where a red-tailed hawk
on air currents glides
circling my login prompt

Chagall 2016

A Trois

chagall backdrop

My muse sits beside Lady Luck –
how sexy those two nibbling bonbons.

© Chagall 2014

Yes, Please Pour

I do it again,
peel the gold-foil wrapping
from the neck of another

I extract the cork,
straight-up, briskly,

Out of its element,
the poem first takes
small panting breaths.

I ignore it, pretend to be busy,
a séance with Rimbaud,
perhaps a sonnet of vowels.

It develops nose,
emotes terroir,
softens its tannins.

Does a verse and chorus
of Leonard Cohen’s

I swirl it and snort it and sip it and swish it and spit it
out and taste the lingering . . .

Berry, chocolate, tobacco, and leather,
hints of pollen and honey,
grand cru.

This sort is rarely a standalone varietal,
usually, rather, the base for a blend.

I lick every drop I see running,
with expert plucks of my tongue.

I sense the bottle is bottomless,
sugary, vintage, a great year for sure.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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