Tag Archive: fun with words


Dearest Sara

 

Felt not right, so I left.

© Chagall 2017

Dele Or Stet?

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

First, Stretch

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

Fractional Afternoons

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

Air Go

There is
only one poem left

There were two
but this is one

ChaChaGall 2015
I never meta-poem
I didn’t like

 

Conguerito

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

Dexterous

I showed her my move
called the Naked Heimlich

She loves it,
hasn’t left since

Chagall 2015

Trust Me, I Know The Difference

I demanded of the bouncer
to return my money – the sign said
Lurid Thrusts & Primal Undulation
while all I saw were timid sways

Chagall 2015

Bold Greens

She ate her broccoli
cockily.

Chagall 2015

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