I told her how freaky a chick she was
about the time that the mime walked in.
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: Jimi
She wore a talisman
or was it an amulet?
Dangled there about her waist
and sometimes around her neck.
Its spell was ward off the good times
keep hope and happy at bay
Lucky for me
I was never a voodoo lover
© Chagall, 2013
Oh God
that aroma
like the incense
the monks would burn
or the patchouli
of the long blonde
hippie girls
on 9th street
back in the day
or is it just
a joint burning
glowing tip
brings you closer
to the sweet surrender
to the beat
pop a down
from the edge of my hand
are you still
a voodoo child?
are you still there
my plum?
Forefinger to thumb
don’t you know
how to pass it?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Not enough gypsies around these days,
too many straights and narrows.
Riffs in overdrive, suck kick-drum air
atop the bass, leave a razor scar,
pop the weasel with a rim-shot snare;
all hail the power trio.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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