Tell her for me
she knows nothing
about moons
It’s waxing and gibbous,
there’s nothing more to be said
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: full moon
I am intrigued by how blizzard snow removes reverb from the world
how your voice carries urgent presence atop cold flat air
Chagall 2016
I promise to be good no more, my ulterior motive, my alter-ego,
boundless, shaken loose as altar palsy,
would rock the Casbah on the organ in the apse.
Starry-eyed?
I’d sleep one-eye open, if I were you.
Too many ellipses, methinks,
too many bombardiers, outweigh the troubadours;
I’ve reckoned it’s important
to protect the flank without disturbing the garden?
Eat, drink, be merry, with others as well as your own.
do not harm each other, or be concerned with things;
love the earth.
There’s full moons tonight all over the worlds,
everywhere lovers heave sighs, look up,
to where you are, just far away,
in the light from old stars, open-lipped and breathless.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 