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Grande Latte Please
Living on the street
Grande latte please
Dirt under your fingernails
Low fat milk
Hair unkempt and unshaven
Cinnamon on top
Head low to the table
Cookie cutter track on the radio
Wrinkles on wrinkles
Business suits at a blur
Invisible and indivisible
I dare you to look me in the eye
A song about someone's son, someone's mother
Grande latte please
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (10 Dec)
27 December 2008
"Fire"
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Fire
Though I found it strange, I could smell the dampened fire a mile away
The scent followed me through my work and thoughts
Low, deep and not yet ready to retreat to the snows of December
I could see the embers in my mind
If I could smell them, they were there
Some may remain, some are gone forever into slate gray skies
Some linger to remind
All surrender, then, now, later, to find the next life
They follow me inside and I wonder if the others know as we sit down for supper
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
Fire
Though I found it strange, I could smell the dampened fire a mile away
The scent followed me through my work and thoughts
Low, deep and not yet ready to retreat to the snows of December
I could see the embers in my mind
If I could smell them, they were there
Some may remain, some are gone forever into slate gray skies
Some linger to remind
All surrender, then, now, later, to find the next life
They follow me inside and I wonder if the others know as we sit down for supper
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
"They Look Down"
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They Look Down
Long tall tree shadows pierced the comfort of the man made boundaries
Some shadows are older than our grandfather's grandfather
They look down with Luna's aid on the present from the height of their ancient tops
Roots mingle with the dreams and tears of possibility
They only whisper this night as the glow from above ripples on a more turbulent water
We retreat as so often, man and beast, to our small pleasantness
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
They Look Down
Long tall tree shadows pierced the comfort of the man made boundaries
Some shadows are older than our grandfather's grandfather
They look down with Luna's aid on the present from the height of their ancient tops
Roots mingle with the dreams and tears of possibility
They only whisper this night as the glow from above ripples on a more turbulent water
We retreat as so often, man and beast, to our small pleasantness
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
"Between the Lines"
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Between the Lines
Dust gathered
Cracked open
Poems read
Words inside my head
Small perfect dried flowers
Pressed between the pages
Frozen with the original intention of beauty
I don't remember why they became a part of that particular book
But there they will stay
Until the next uncalculated look between the lines
May they be other eyes
(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (8 Feb)
Between the Lines
Dust gathered
Cracked open
Poems read
Words inside my head
Small perfect dried flowers
Pressed between the pages
Frozen with the original intention of beauty
I don't remember why they became a part of that particular book
But there they will stay
Until the next uncalculated look between the lines
May they be other eyes
(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (8 Feb)
"Unbottle"
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Unbottle
Do I unbottle or do I back the throttle?
What does the muse desire?
She says to take the cover off my young man
Release the beast
Fire the engine and hold on
Scream if you want
Laugh as you will
It is all your ride
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
Unbottle
Do I unbottle or do I back the throttle?
What does the muse desire?
She says to take the cover off my young man
Release the beast
Fire the engine and hold on
Scream if you want
Laugh as you will
It is all your ride
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
"The Sea Has No Memory"
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The Sea Has No Memory
The sea has no memory
The sea is all memory
It may be deep and cold
But there is forever
There is forgiveness
Sleep in my sea
Dive if you dare
Jump with both feet
The memory will stop you
Block you from entry
You can find the door
There in the sea floor
Ask Alice the back way in
Memory is the key
But my sea has no memory
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)
The Sea Has No Memory
The sea has no memory
The sea is all memory
It may be deep and cold
But there is forever
There is forgiveness
Sleep in my sea
Dive if you dare
Jump with both feet
The memory will stop you
Block you from entry
You can find the door
There in the sea floor
Ask Alice the back way in
Memory is the key
But my sea has no memory
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)
"What Do I Lack?"
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What Do I Lack?
I waited
I was frustrated
You never made it
Will you come back?
What do I lack?
Nothing
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)
What Do I Lack?
I waited
I was frustrated
You never made it
Will you come back?
What do I lack?
Nothing
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)
"Silent and Seething"
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Silent and Seething
You are silent and seething
Always with that wall of never seeing - never wanting to see
You were pushed and the pushers are penalized though not recognized
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe never
A babe in the world order
Seething and teething
May you be delivered
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)
Silent and Seething
You are silent and seething
Always with that wall of never seeing - never wanting to see
You were pushed and the pushers are penalized though not recognized
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe never
A babe in the world order
Seething and teething
May you be delivered
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (2 Dec)
"Cracked Windshield"
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Cracked Windshield
A vision through a cracked windshield
The snow was thicker towards the end
A single track on the snow covered gravel
Darker trees, brighter stars, glowing snow
The swirling tunnel of crystals was dizzying
The headlights refracted, deflected in cracked glass
The last of the tire trail disappeared
A white river led me home through my cracked windshield
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (1 Dec)
Cracked Windshield
A vision through a cracked windshield
The snow was thicker towards the end
A single track on the snow covered gravel
Darker trees, brighter stars, glowing snow
The swirling tunnel of crystals was dizzying
The headlights refracted, deflected in cracked glass
The last of the tire trail disappeared
A white river led me home through my cracked windshield
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (1 Dec)
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