Walk a mile in my shoes…
but then bring them back
’cause I got to go to work.
Chagall 2019
Tag Archive: fun with words
No me
Now me
Know me
Known me
Unknown me
No me…
Chagall 2019
Felt not right, so I left.
© Chagall 2017
Floored poems
need love too
Chagall 2016
The cord
lacks rip
The lash
racks whip
The stick
licks lip
The joy
lacks kill
the vibe
They always do
Chagall 2016
Have you considered recently
refurbishing your haberdashery
or buying a brand-new commode, maybe armoire?
Some words must be paired
as fine wines vis-à-vis
fish or chicken.
Grassy, picked too young –
this one’s a hint of chocolate.
Barring any unforeseen outcomes
I’ll bet the barista falls madly in love
long before we reach five stanzas.
Chagall 2016
I asked her was it
real bamboo – the bambusa multiplex sort
she said no, she did not think so
and was I referencing zappa
about the poncho, was it real –
a mexican or a sears poncho?
I said no, I didn’t think so
but bamboo grows big
it’s good to know
especially if you live upstairs
above all when it rains
Chagall 2016
I’m hurt and insulted that you find me immature
I proclaimed, proceeding to play mini-bongos
on her navel with the pads of my index fingers,
intrigued by her acoustic qualities.
Chagall 2015
I showed her my move
called the Naked Heimlich
She loves it,
hasn’t left since
Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 