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
Tag Archive: fun with words
She ate her broccoli
cockily.
Chagall 2015
Obtuse
oblique
opaque
but
oh so
entertaining
Chagall 2015
Avoid these patterns intentionally
Reticent or slightly dense –
there is a difference you know.
Not even a rhymer.
Like throwing zephyrs at darts
– oh you know what I mean!
(don’t make me type all caps)
Chagall 2015
Grip you
pull yo . . .
oh boy, I can see
I’ve already lost you
No?
. . . u in.
Chagall 2015
Sound as light
upon blond lashes,
breath in a whisper
punctuates consonants
softly on eardrum cilia.
Such ticklish fancies.
Chagall 2015
Merely an experimental malaise
spiraling numbly, likewise nimbly
the lame slither askew off the walkway
while naked dancers waltz precariously
too close to be social.
Chagall 2015
I was rocking a Lower East Side tee
the kind with a map on front
when a pigeon released herself from high
and it landed on the site I was born
© Chagall 2015
I do shots
of sugar dots
shaken
nonpareils
© Chagall 2015
When bringing stuff
to the compost heap
or even to the dump
you have to know when
not to breathe.
© Chagall 2015
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