Such sorrow to discover
she really believed
in emojis.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: fun with words
They left me alone
to see if I’d take
a cookie, but I didn’t
so I fooled them. I know
a setup when I see one.
© Chagall 2015
The smell of caramel and burnt hair everywhere.
Damn, I’m good in bed!
© Chagall 2015
The least we can do
is to make the most of it.
© Chagall 2015
How creative the moment it constellates
like stars in time set off little flares
I’m awake I’m awake I’m alive!
against real sky in reel time. Let’s!
you and I do jigs on the dance floor
wave our flames high in the air
We’re awake, we’re alive!
© Chagall 2015
Why, can’t you hear it?
I’m pulsing with the music.
Why can’t you? Hear it.
© Chagall 2015
I
I mention it’s about 10 per week or so,
enough to get the point across,
but not enough to skew it.
II
I tell her my shoulders hurt real bad,
she says I’ll start at the bottom, work up.
III
I remember nothing but overwhelming comfort
pressing in from all sides.
© Chagall 2015
I was shocked by how both her breasts had shrunk
Till I realized I was rubbing her back.
© Chagall 2015
My boss screamed
Carlos Chagall you’re amazing!
To which I replied
And good looking – no?
© Chagall 2015
They say less is more.
Huh!
© Chagall 2015
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