Deconstruct me
leave
a wake of
voids
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: identity
I learned today of
simulacra, kitschy cushy things
illusory being neither
here
nor there
ironic
rediscovery
post-modern (post-modern)
anyone hear that Eco?
Chagall 2016
Her love reached me in fragments
until I was whole, except for fine fissures
where sometimes I cry at the seams
© Chagall 2015
I am not Carlos
nor am I the person
who pretends to be
Carlos. She is not
me, I tell myself
I’m not like her,
of the haunting grin,
with seeming knowledge
of my delicate whispers,
scribed by her spectral hand.
© Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 