Sometimes I find I cannot get the wooden match to burn Though it says strike any surface to light Mine doesn't conflagrate after first spark - an orange glow of hope, and then pffffft Hey, I am not talking euphemistically here I am discussing matches real pfffffuckin' matches cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: sound and form
reflect the imperceptible flutter of butterfly shadow the slow fade of the lash backlight the winged convocation of eagle way above the canopy at the base of the blade of scented grass linger the day's closing rays cc: Chagall 2021
52 weeks in a year, 26 letters in the alphabet
… merely coincidence?
Time is money and money is naught and so
thought is time. I keep looking for a word
to rhyme.
She just didn’t happen upon circumstance
or the circumference of the happenstance.
Far from it.
Far be it for me to opine from afar. I’m
fairly sure that that of which I speak is uncertain.
Hold your tongue, I’ll hold mine
or yours if you prefer.
Oh,
how I’d
hold it
Right up front, before I begin, a preface to what
I’m about to say, a few opening remarks. But first …
I need to know,
how easy is it
to maintain that glow,
that wonderful charm,
that sense of the moon
while dancing
© Chagall ∞
Heather, her heat
pure theater, pretends
she’s in throes but I know
better whether Heather is really
there or not.
© Chagall 2016
The beat of the plumes of the fantail wizards
takes my breath away.
© Chagall 2014
My poems
are like cameos
They show up
in your life
every now and then
In profile,
on a bus,
a shadow,
off far away
Lyrics that strike you
on a dare
from the ledge
Where
only
small
foot
steps
keep
you
from
fall
© Chagall 2013
Alphabet City 