As the beat goes it says
so much to do so instead
do nothing – lose myself
in any direction – when
I was a girl once combed
in elusive fashion – was
more than I’d ever do –
take myself in any direction
– laughter rings and never
fades, simply dies away though
fingertips touched so lightly.
© Chagall ∞
In a brouhaha
no one really laughs
ha-ha
or experiences epiphany
aha!
no cheering crowds
hoorah
there might be an occasional
ooh-fah
or a humbuggy straightforward
bah
maybe a punch to the face, a sarcastic
ta-ta!
while laughing an evil
nyah-hah-hah!
but definitely no
tra or fa or ooh-la-la
certainly not
in a brouhaha
© Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 