Tag Archive: Health

For The Gusto

Today I planted four new trees, my goal is
to outlive each of them.

© Chagall ∞

Prague Noses, My Toes Is

Absent hypothetical lichens
perhaps have Tourettes … unlikely.

© Chagall ∞

We All Scream (At the Drive Thru)

I am obsessed and compulsed to consume
inordinate amounts of mint chocolate chip
anything really. I am wholly hooked.

© Chagall 2016

We all know what healthy tastes and feels like.
Stop being a chubby bastard and do the right thing.

$25.99 at better bookstores.

Chagall 2015


The doctor says she sees Q-Waves
there on my EKG, usually a sign
something bad has happened
to one’s heart. I tell her that
they’re probably there to say hello
to that day you went away. Now may I
put my blouse on?

© Chagall 2015



So far from the endless fields
of lavender once called home.

© Chagall 2015

N’est Pas?


No physical pain, we take for granted
but it’s such a blessed gift; our contented silence
is our cry of joy.

© Chagall 2015


chagall backdrop

Love you all,
have a great 2015!

Anyone know where
the after-party is?

© Chagall 2015

Yes, Please Pour

I do it again,
peel the gold-foil wrapping
from the neck of another

I extract the cork,
straight-up, briskly,

Out of its element,
the poem first takes
small panting breaths.

I ignore it, pretend to be busy,
a séance with Rimbaud,
perhaps a sonnet of vowels.

It develops nose,
emotes terroir,
softens its tannins.

Does a verse and chorus
of Leonard Cohen’s

I swirl it and snort it and sip it and swish it and spit it
out and taste the lingering . . .

Berry, chocolate, tobacco, and leather,
hints of pollen and honey,
grand cru.

This sort is rarely a standalone varietal,
usually, rather, the base for a blend.

I lick every drop I see running,
with expert plucks of my tongue.

I sense the bottle is bottomless,
sugary, vintage, a great year for sure.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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