Tag Archive: night

Lonesome Whistle Perfume

The sound of planets receding,
the doppler of large trucks
flying by on endless road,
the cosmic hum of rubber
rubbed hot-asphalt on this summer night
beneath shot-stars that are
suns by day, while we lovers by night
with our tops down rejoice
in the blue-static
of AM radio

© Chagall ∞

Luna Certainty

Tell her for me
she knows nothing
about moons

It’s waxing and gibbous,
there’s nothing more to be said

Chagall 2016

The Weeping Chicana

Her tears
in moonlight

Mercury atop
cocoa velvet

Chagall 2016

Silhouettes On Horizons

star gazers


or are they just farther away?

Chagall 2016

Six-Sided Flakes In Moonlight

I love the way
sound sounds
in slow crunchy snowfall
there’s no doubt
that we’re inside
the dome

Chagall 2015

Hats off to whomever
tuned the blend
got my toes tapping
heart pumps
races up my leg
like a ruby lip
smooth ride
tension sprung
unbound gypsies
how we release
watch me twirl
my bandanna is now
caught fire

Chagall 2015

Haiku For Somber Altitude


Spectral howls beckon
High above the timberline
Where she begets stars

© Chagall 2015

Gaze 3 A.M.

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How odd the stars that burn so hot
can wink, demure, so cold

I am warmed by the faces
of so many moons

More real than the lights
of jet planes

These nights I find
I slow down seeking free fall

Up, so I float
without need to ever

look down

© Chagall 2014

I Would Fly

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I can sense the shape of the wing
that my skeletal frame would require
to sustain flight

Like the memory of a limb after having been severed

I can still feel
I can still itch
I can still clench

I have flown

So many times that
my memory of each
runs together
such that I and I
are in echelon

From the tops of these trees
the city peers back with a lazy eye
and a sprawling lack of focus

A string of lights at the border
is sequenced in series to appear to cascade
first up then down, in so many colors

It is dark and I lose myself
in the surround of the night

Heavy birds weigh down branches, honed in on
the tip of balance just before snapping,
I sneeze and startle them all away

The moment you relax deeply and securely
into the updraft, you’ll begin to ride the scree

remember – hang low in the pocket
and let the flexible tension that is arced around you
the buoyancy that is, of wind rushing the fine cilia
about you, spread under light and sky in full spanned glory,
take you ever higher to loftier aerie
to thin and rarefied air

© Chagall 2014

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