Snowed In

A peep of nuance disturbs in winter;
your pencap chewed by another,
your only pen–
still youthful,
tossed in the dusty, Tomorrow drawer.

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I Smoke

to feel the nothingness that escapes and takes on new shapes every time I choose,

to see the hair on my right index finger move with each exhale,

to imitate the wind, penetrate the rain, and the tease the wet flakes of winter –momentarily,

to see a cinder become ash that can dance.

I smoke,

with a parched mouth hoping it will turn toxic -more to endure. 

I smoke,

with this circle stretched out under my eyes targeting with no regret.

I smoke,

to sense something tangible on my lips that will not run                             

                        or quiver when I turn my back. 

And I smoke,

because the bitterness does not enhance my smile, but makes it immediate and pure.

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1. She spins ribbons in her death bed

   smiles for shiny lovers

   cracked plastic recovered

   the bliss of her crime

         'round the corner

         from this

         parade of tan and teeth

                    (chorus)

                    brass filled her head with

                    another trip to forget   x2

   2. She deals shards of luxury

   lost all signs of

   crystal rich symmetry

   she blows out a sandstorm

   to start this feeble peace accord

         down the alley the clowns

         eat moldy fiends

                    (chorus)

                    stapled her head with

                    a stale trip to digest x2

   3. power suit

   pro-active coup

   leather laced fruit

   boxed in dreams

   she was a protégé

   but,

   her plastic tears only steam

To Do List

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-inform F.D.A of cure for bronchitis:

Italian opera sans opera house;

on vinyl/in darkness

-oh and post media hubbub of

my discovery I will cash some checks,

buy an island preferably

plantain like, discrete enough

yet bigger than banana

-don't forget to pick up the adventurer's hat at Banana Republic

-never tell a Cowboy to sit down

- never ask a Stoner if he can stand up

for my information (down the road)

I wrote this list in Sharpie on an

iceless polar bear

-my palace on Plantain absolutely

must have doors made entirely of

Oreo: escape will be inevitable & Decadent

-change name to Dorian

Vectors

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1.

most of my habits are like breath

a select few adorned

compressed and packaged,

store them in simmering brine

as to turn  reliable

these chunks of armor

against the outside.

2.

this morning I:

            line up eleven pretzels along side my cappuccino playing caboose

                        does my father's ghoul see it as engine?

            talk to guitars              not plants

watch:

            robins bend vectors full of grace like

graffiti

            dawn's rectangles slide down the refrigerator

                        light acquiescing

to the bravado of  mid-day

            my breadth hugs sugary caffeine       

                        swirling  of heat billows    up

and I:

            construct a gas mask from napkins and

syrup

deactivate my facebook

read the headline the rebels are rising –a sleek slogan–

would feel syncopated in   

  Latin

                  women jumping not from joy but hatred

                                    of gravity and grief

                      blood stained the  telescope

3.

inside listening to sirens yell verse and chorus even Daniel Johnston

couldn't match with his jarring soul,

apathy is taking over this crossword puzzle

30 down

who gives a shit about the synonym for sebaceous cyst?

where is my sledge hammer?

when is lunch?

Holas,

Since arriving at the stark realization of how difficult it is, and will be, for me to publish my work in (credible) publications, I have subsequently decided to put some of my stuff on the internet for the first time.  Big deal right?  Well, for me it is.  I've met a lot of musicians who truly value lyrics and I wanted to share some of my writing (lyrics, poems, spoken word) in a musically-geared venue.  I'm hoping you can spare a few moments to read some of it in the future.  Thanks.

Joe B.