The bird on the holly bush
Low to the ground singing
to elders in alder branches
From your vantage, do you see hope?
Show me then, where to fly
Pray, please guide me
Chagall 2017
Tag Archive: identity
I.
The depth and richness of human
ignorance is awe-inspiring
II.
Old school hippies smoked pot at the bandshell:
what’s left of it, just ain’t right
III.
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
I don’t much care where.
Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Lavender amulets tattooed on her legs, release their scent, tender zeal,
a vernal pool. Approach me my melancholy rockabye baby, cuddle up,
never turn blue.
© Chagall ∞
I was your sister, you were older, I listened,
I thought you knew things I might need to know
even though you often said so very little, and
in the end I want you to know I will miss you,
I am younger, oddly no wiser, I regret you not
having known me better, as I you.
© Chagall ∞
Melting pots aren’t all the same.
Go find your own.
© Chagall ∞
I’m not coming out, but I will invite you in;
today we’re serving sliced-twice fried rainbow.
© Chagall ∞
Fountains in the monsoon retain their poise,
the shape of their intended spume, the refraction
of light on water rainbows while a misted plume
seeks the space to assert itself.
© Chagall ∞
Excited – coming out! I turn the knob,
step through and find, the rear of another closet.
© Chagall 2017
Mistaken that I was mistook;
they knew exactly who I am.
© Chagall 2016
She’s serving her country
since she’s young she has
shitty maintenance shifts
hours till dawn on the tarmac
guys give her crap all night
makes her long for home plus
she’s trying to finish up on-line
credits just shy of her bachelors
she was smart they all said
lately she’s been feeling
that way again with so much hope
for new starts going around
these days she prays more than wishes
she’ll find home again
Chagall 2016
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