The shaman’s
a scam and
the sandman
knows it!
Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: trance
slow moving clouds golden linings frilly peach
white edges glide through blue sky
i dance like a zephyr
in treetops i listen
frosted wintry stars
ancient calls to yonder
window breaks she reaches
my hand slips she falls
falling backwards
in midair
float
gently
down
to
the ground
Chagall 2015
And here I am on the road not taken
Such strange inks adorn these pages of dense fiber
Cottons milled by a barefoot princess
Toeing the loom’s treadle with a supple ankle
Her every step accompanied by wind chimes
Once disturbed by warmer breeze than now
She turns her head to show a long braid
Of intricate knots as if hieroglyphic
On the wall where firelight casts amorphous shadow
Rise then fall, I’m an ancient Mayan again
Till she looks away, moves her head slowly
At pace with a wheel that turns and turns and turns . . .
Chagall 2015
sex sweat smoke beat
dance sex sweat smoke
beat dance sex sweat
smoke beat dance sex
sweat smoke beat dance
sexy sweaty smoky beat.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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