It takes a village of knives
to make a great sandwich.
Chagall 2016
It takes a village of knives
to make a great sandwich.
Chagall 2016
I’ve had it for the night
The club is smoky, the vibe less tight
Than certainly I would have crafted
She is boring, probably bored
Hasn’t heard me the first time
So I shout over the music
The tune is called
Monosyllables Affirm The Humdrum
To which she says Oh
and nods
Chagall 2016
I’m hurt and insulted that you find me immature
I proclaimed, proceeding to play mini-bongos
on her navel with the pads of my index fingers,
intrigued by her acoustic qualities.
Chagall 2015
I showed her my move
called the Naked Heimlich
She loves it,
hasn’t left since
Chagall 2015
She was a cannibal goddess, bad for business
eating half the prophets.
Chagall 2015
Consider: not some but all Yeti sightings
are actually hairy large men
who on a drunken dare
are streaking through the wetlands.
Chagall 2015
I wish I was a ventriloquist
At least I’d have someone to talk with
Chagall & Mortimer 2015
(Carlos, okay to go back in the box now?)
Does anybody
any longer
yet dot their j?
Chagall 2015
She asked if I thought I could fix it
I said sure, your Hotspot is off
A simple hand gesture to toggle that button
Should make all your blues go away
Olé!
Chagall 2015