Thrown rocks at wind chimes
strike up the band let loose belles
now the ball’s dropping!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Tag Archive: New Years Eve
So I am obliged to carry
your walking dead.
Or should I just shrug it off
down the line?
Neither here, nor there
we play peek-a-boo.
Puffed copters,
confetti on the floor.
This room,
this thought.
It’s New Year’s Eve.
“You there! In the rubber-band hat!”
Come quickly,
they’re dropping the ball!
Yours is a question of trust,
mine is one of ethic.
People willing to say:
here’s what I know, take what I have.
A kiss at Times Square,
January steam rising from warm lips.
When young deejays and flames,
still had their whole lives ahead.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 