There are no words
to express
the world within
where no words exist
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: language
Small letters alight on her lashes, tiny poetry about her eyes
Kisses of ancient rhythm, a pucker for a flame stoked
Each blink the turn of a page reveals whole worlds
Every breath has meaning, those lighter than air defy gravity
Limericks line her brow when she laughs
When she sighs I trace my lips along the long volta of her neckline
Where her sonnets turn around
Down her arms flow three-letter words, we are kids again
Awash in primary colors, hands waving wildly at tickles
Dancing about in a spray, we drink water from a hose
There are symbols dangling from her ears that I do not recognize
Baubles of mystery; I linger there eschewing translation.
© Chagall 2016
The procession begins,
mere letters shape form
from void, become benign
shapes we call words,
to beget concept.
Me?
I’m happy
right here.
© Chagall 2016
Is.
Feel the fry of that z?
Izzz: the electric barbed hum of life.
© Chagall 2016
You told me
the objects about us had
names that marred luminosity
so beware the symbol, embrace the actual.
© Chagall 2016
Please accept this filament fine,
as I spun it just for you.
The silk that silk envies weaves
a gentle lattice about nothing.
No breeze stirs you suspended
on girders above trip-wire.
Speak! cries out in need
to fill space.
At the end, even now
we can still hear it echo.
© Chagall 2016
I am
in awe
of all.
I name
it God.
Now I’ve
lost the
wonder.
Chagall 2016
Sometimes
unexpectedly
greys – candy-finished blacks
bursts of day-glo color
then everything goes
misted white again
Chagall 2016
Pete Caso
Moe Neigh (and brother Man)
Lick My Stein
Sin D. Sure Man
Cha-cha Gall
Matthew Teese (friends call him Matt)
War Hall
Lawn Uh Sim Sun
:some of my favorite artists
But not Paul McCarthy
because frankly his stuff just sucks
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 