I remain truly yours to the cause of the heart to the matter at hand here and now split as a fine-hair V a moment prior to then one foot still ago in the eye-shift lost in the indigo on the gaze from here to there cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: Somewhere in time
Oh God
that aroma
like the incense
the monks would burn
or the patchouli
of the long blonde
hippie girls
on 9th street
back in the day
or is it just
a joint burning
glowing tip
brings you closer
to the sweet surrender
to the beat
pop a down
from the edge of my hand
are you still
a voodoo child?
are you still there
my plum?
Forefinger to thumb
don’t you know
how to pass it?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
