Where do all
the tumbleweeds go
after they’ve blown away?
Where do all
the scorpions hide
during the rain storm?
Watch me now,
James Brown said,
watch me as I bust a move.
Radio
even back then
out there in the desert.
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: radio
So often I am amazed to find
that poets appear
to have the same themes
on their minds
at the very same moment,
all tuned in
to WXYZ
Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 