Cellophane Pictures
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Cellophane pictures
Cell phones
Talking
Bitter feelings
Emerge
Conceding nothing
Taking everything
Consumer products
Produced with ideals
Placement perfect
A mechanical seal
Touching fingers nimble
A relevant symbol
Memories commemorated
Can be used and heard
With these
Cellophane pictures
Late Night Disdain
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Late night disdain
Where bloodshot eyes
With tiny red vanes
Are the common strain
Overdoing every simple task
Trying to stretch each moment
To get a little more
Than the last
This bloodshot haze has me
Gripped and held
I must find a bed
So my body can be held
And sleep
Turn wake
And sleep
My eyes look upon
Something strange
Minutes before dawn
The peace of moments new
A day anew
The weary eyed few
That arise at this hour
Stumble fourth
And yawn to the heavens
Like gentle flowers
We make our ways
Through streets frozen cold
Filled with feet of winter snow
In the city of Chicago
Yet we go
Be it train or car
Foot or bus
We go
To our locations
Bustling confrontations
From skyscrapers
To the subway underneath
Life today is cold
Yet joyous
Continued on with a chorus
Of horns and tires
I salute you Chicago
In the morning hours
We find our purpose
Amongst the weeds
Burst these most beautiful flowers
Delays come in Every Shade
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Delays come in every shade
Some unintentional
Some man made
Waiting for the right time
Can be a distraction
While the postponing real resolve
Leads to the utmost dissatisfaction
Running around to wait
To see
To be there
When you need to be
Yet can all be delayed
Postponed
Forlayed
At some point
When the bags are packed
Forward progress has begun
And no looking back
Free yet cautious
Conscious decisions made
For not one more day
Can I be delayed
10 feet of snow coming
Fresh bread on the counter
Waiting for the snow to come
Can’t leave
Worst storm in years
Mother nature throwing it in high gear
Dusting trees and coating drives
Glad to be warm and alive
They say it could reach 50 below
Plus at least 4 feet of snow
Today alone
Tomorrow will bring frigid air from Canada
Going be hard to see what happens to us
But we are warm
Inside a home
So there is no reason to be alone
We watch the weather and stay warm
This is the Midwest
So we come prepared
Where there is ice and wind
We burn through without a care
But this snow is different
Not quite so innocent
We will wait and we will see
What this winter storm
Will turn out to be
Cold air on sheltered skin
Slow sunrise and morning skies
Christmas
Baking goods
Flour and eggs
Bells singing
House creaking
The more I grow
I realize
As we get comfortable
The world gets ready
For change
We are all busy
Too fucking busy
To
Care
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Unfortunately
It is not alright
It is with few words
I must strike down
The rhythm and the sound
Falling on fond ears
Restrained and freed
Recalling memories so new and old
with few words
I must paint many lines
So that a story can be told
A Cup of Songwriting 