OK, drop your hands if you don’t love Flintstones!
Ah, Jacques non a dit pas. Bye-bye. À la prochaine.
Chagall 2017
Tag Archive: just for the fun of it
Writing is like wine: there’s too much good around to waste one’s time
with the bad…Hey! Where ya goin’?
© Chagall ∞
She had a conniption at his addition
Of a fourth dot to the ellipsis
But it’s the end of a sentence he sighed
Oh God, yes she replied
With a moan made in heaven, mellifluous
© Chagall ∞
What I thought was her panty-line
was really my shoulder-strap.
© Chicheme ∞
Heather, her heat
pure theater, pretends
she’s in throes but I know
better whether Heather is really
there or not.
© Chagall 2016
The shaman’s
a scam and
the sandman
knows it!
Chagall 2016
Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
TAKE 2
We are tidal locked
face to face we move
each others waves
A cooing moon
you turn
we spoon
Two sink deep
to hold breath
underwater
Alright, O.K. – not a bad revision.
Chagall 2016
Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves
Moons coo
while
we spoon
(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)
Crap – need to start again.
Chagall 2016
Floored poems
need love too
Chagall 2016
There used to be
a caesura here
It’s gone
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 