I cry nowadays
At the drop of a hat
All about me
Berets and fedoras
©Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: love lost
She waits.
Starlight
appears
now. Then
she cries
softly
alone.
Chagall 2016
There’s an artist in France
collects heartbeats
Tens upon tens of
thousands of
pulses
Moments in lives of
those who will
in time be gone
Survived
only by these
I wonder does
the data show
if broken hearts
beat softer
Chagall 2016
She wipes her tears away
a soft fold of white tat
lace doesn’t daub well
merely smears the sadness
she feels, has always felt
She’d rather it rain down
blow a hole inside her soul
hollow out the echoes once again
blues – nothing but blues wash her
away to find lost paradise
Chagall 2016
I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here
Chagall 2016
She started to fall so
I tilted her back to the wall
– just so – that way her heart
wouldn’t break
Some water?
I offered
she gazed through me numbly
a beam between two pairs of eyes too deep
had nothing to hide
she proffered
Is it love
or affliction
she whispered
and isn’t it just
the truest of times?
Chagall 2016
The forecast missed her small tornadoes
she of far beyond uncharted water
right-side up the least preferred way
to travel, she’d grab my cheek to help me
to navigate warm currents among shallows
where safe is illusion cast by shoals
luminous looming jutting crags
on sky as ground, with God as witness
her hand held up to Nowhere running wild
through tiny cracks in our being
Chagall 2016
So adept her foiling the mesh like that
snared prolific beneath too many stories
nearly bad endings
Some torque at the hip wrenches her thrusts
she needs to invigorate tightening tendons
to stretch wider slowly, more lazy laterally
So all is forgiven though all is so lost
also and again yet again
I watch her in profile, breathlessly arced
above her off-shoulder, a continuum of rounded
embankment, her body cut luscious
arcades where we play bathed solely
high windows tint green
afternoon trees, warm breezes
the eve of special days
Chagall 2016
How did we get here – do you know?
I asked uncertain of the blue
in the surrounding she replied
They’ve decided the moment repeats forever
Just you and me
I understood the nature of fate, she knew
It will have to do
Chagall 2016
I’ve no hatches to batten
down and round I go
in a spin
ancient
dark funk
Goodnight to all along Battenkill
(frigging spellchecker never heard of the place nor the river)
How many pounds of flower
does it take to hold one down
and round I go
in a spin
some sort of voodoo
I take it
I gather
assemble all I can
we take us with us
by the tree on my count
let’s mark time briskly
we escape
one by
one
Regather
two
by two
slithering down
and around I’m gone
in a spin
merely light minutes
away
Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 