I can’t open jars or snap my fingers to the beat
Feeling numb, I need some kind of dumb thumb treatment
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: just for the fun of it
Let’s all do this once more with feeling,
avoid the sidesteps askew to the point.
I don’t yet have automata down pat
quite enough to divert my mind away.
© Chagall 2014
On a scale
from one to ten
just how good
was that chow fen?
© Chagall 2014
My toothbrush has
tons of crud in its cracks
need something bristly
to get up in there . . .
© Chagall 2014
packed knapsack
an artist’s knack
crayon on paper
acrylic lyricist
propelled rappeler
without rope
a bell tower
tall lean
prickly paper cuts
lemon burns
lapped turp
lipped tarp
curled carp
high on
Bunsen fuel
billed serpents
with furry burls
really mammals
mambo trampoline
politely vamp
with ass held high
and polished sway
a catapult
puffs a cloud
of talc
poof!
cutlery clatters
on linoleum
rhythmically
limerick
oddly lilt
trowel pickles
by limestone
at the edge
where patron saints
trumpet their forte
clarion peals
fortnightly
frolic
licorice
spears
parsley petals
picayune petty
pricks
their cucumbers
on plaques
Kewpie dolls
slick and porcelain
sling kisses
slap sickly
spill the classic
coke slice
picnic cakes
kick myself
trickle and tickle
the keys
skip lightly
phantasmic
categorically
dismissed
dismantled
and bewildered
© Chagall 2013
Please get him away from the cable wire, seriously, the wire, he keeps jiggling idhaf thetd; fuc;ak vin; gwkdire, if I lodfase this connectl
What’ll you have?
I’ll take a Scarlett Johansson, a Liv Tyler, and a Linda Fiorentino . . .
no make that an Annabella Sciorra.
Lettuce, tomato?
No, nothing on them.
To go or for stay?
For here; I’ll eat them here.
Okay, number 15.
Oh, and a Kirstie Alley to go please, extra cheese, extra mayo.
Pickle?
Sure, why not. And throw in extra napkins.
© Chicheme, 2013
Alphabet City 