I am.
She is.
We are.
They part.
© Chagall 2013
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I am.
She is.
We are.
They part.
© Chagall 2013
It’s dark
early now
low planes overhead
outlined in lights,
like flying crucifixes
with so many people aboard.
I wish them love
on behalf
of all of us.
Who cares about peanuts;
get me home.
© Chagall 2013
Panda bears
on honey highs
kissing and tickling
their furry thighs
warm under blankets
of black and white hugs
happy to share
their cocoa
© Chagall 2013
I hadn’t realized
I was so much
space
A beacon
signposts
will and vapor
© Chagall 2013
A poet here would plié,
I’m fairly certain
a chanteuse
would pray
for
dancers,
and fliers
merely fly away
once more
than flown away.
It’s a
sad romance,
a short pivot
to the kiss.
© Chagall 2013
I’m turned out tonight
to the cold
for you.
I’m a red scarf knotted
on the snow.
© Chagall 2013
From the limbs of this sycamore
I have watched the holy
come and go since ever,
the start of Time.
I, the repentant collector,
the kindhearted harlot,
the leper, the beggar,
the lush.
ironic, I’m saved
despite more pious
and deserving of the Love
most deserved.
How many nights
have I housed a Messiah,
supped on simple breads
while eternity draws
the spinning room
tight about makeshift cosmos
that hover there for the eve.
My, how the gods can juggle,
with appetites without end,
despite their not being
of earth and space.
And in the morning
they’re gone,
leave behind
small smears of blood
from where the wounds
still heal.
© Chagall 2013
And it’s my friends
who’ll be waiting,
they’ll attend,
await me.
I am coming down
within the hour.
I’ll be thirsty,
and hungry,
please drink me
and feed me
Burst us
deep from within.
© Chagall 2013
November yawns wide
expels expanses of cold
billowed crisp surround
© Chagall 2013
Hold your filly
steady in the stretch
gentle with your crop
use your rail-hand
while I churn
the lather
of steed between my legs
without nary a coax
but a soft whisper in her ear
girl-to-girl
so to speak
we glide by
in turf-flung gallop
we show our rumps
both elegant so
in wan light
amid snorts and whinnies
we win by a neck
at the wire
© Chagall 2013
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