We . . . eternities
stretch – out beyond to both ends . . .
are the ellipses.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Tag Archive: haiku
Don’t let it fool you,
the moment rides forever;
you are just the stop.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Thousands of strange lights,
an armada of seers,
protecting the point.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
I stand in sunshine,
photons bombard my being:
untethered light speed.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
She, eloquently,
recited his passages,
as he once would have.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
It suddenly stopped?
She could explain, given time,
but you don’t let her.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
The water’s fragrance,
primal and diluvian,
riots my senses.
Clean patchouli scent,
rivets me, sweet then, sweet now;
I am mostly it.
Two parts hydrogen,
and oxygen. Feel the spray
invigorate skin.
Hydrationation.
Hydrationationousness.
Quench me, soak me down.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
sex sweat smoke beat
dance sex sweat smoke
beat dance sex sweat
smoke beat dance sex
sweat smoke beat dance
sexy sweaty smoky beat.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
My favorite bistro’s
djangolicious: les nuages –
sex sweat smoke beat dance.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
सिद्धार्थ गौतम बुद्ध
Delicate mango,
pink, sweet fruit drips, wet nectars,
she most Awakened.
Young Bimbisara
hums saturnine melodies,
his head on her breast.
Puffed gulab jamun,
her lips, tasty cardammon,
my Amrapali.
सिद्धार्थ गौतम बुद्ध
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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