Autocorrect changed kiss off to kiss all without my knowing;
it’s probably just as well, all things as they must be.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: language
The little blue light of the vacuum continued to pulse;
my referring to it as the umbrella at first had set us off on the wrong foot.
And she – basil – with the emphasis on the second syllable.
no frying z, just a clean s, like in seal. Who does that?
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How subtle are these symbols, to clinch or to clench,
both embrace, one the certainty of winning, the other
holds tight to imminent loss, to quench, bring cooling
liquid, healing balm, through tight canals to affliction,
immersion in ice, or steam, infinite horizons of water,
too quiet, to hush someone lovingly with finger upon lips
shushing air.
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The gape, tongue off hard palette, the gape again,
teeth into bottom lip, expulsion of air, say I Love You
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My love poem to you has been translated
by one from your land and language. It says:
My major organs leap from their confines to enable
coexisting in the same ethereal space as your exultations.
Clearly the word was intended to be “exhalations.”
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I have certainly been less legato of late,
still I’m not quite yet pizzicato.
© Chagall 2017
I stared at the symbols for years until
they were no longer alien and I was no longer illiterate.
© Chagall 2017
Felt not right, so I left.
© Chagall 2017
I apologized though even I
didn’t understand what I’d meant
when I said his gene pool lacked
a diving board.
© Chagall 2017
Verbally conjugating verbs
during conjugal visits
Possible draconian measures
by the benevolent order of Sisters
The jiggling of the cord was
no cause for ellipsis
Precisely varicose veins
judge not the eclipse
Druids draw fluids nervously
surmising bang for the buck
F&@k!
(hard stop)
(big finish)
And that’s what it’s all about!
© Chagall 2016
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