I grow so weary of the same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old same old crap.
© Chagall 2016
She laughs when days grow longer
amazed that time sprouts wings
enables more than dappled life is light
Before the moment renders, surrenders
flow to heart her mind aloft she lingers
More than haunting scent hypnotic
bewilder, bother – be careful: she wishes
true comes more than not
Steady like red
Chagall 2015
I am moving off the grid
no longer found
at the intersection
of any lat or long -itude
confined within no cell
prescribed
there’s the writing
on the wall
you’ll see it once
you reassemble it
though it reads more
like graffiti
so sweetie I’m going
far
far
away
Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 