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 Mar 2015 Rose Claire
Josh Bass
In a second story room
a gas fire goes out
as a refrigerator compressor kicks on
even the middle of nowhere is noisy
The panel board walls relax as the room cools
like an asthmatic that can finally breath again
Snow and sleet pelt the
windows and deck
I write this with greasy hair
and a band t-shirt
Thank you for today
sometimes a poem
pays more than a
day of work anyway
 Mar 2015 Rose Claire
Josh Bass
The trick is to make that first beautiful
hot sip of coffee last the whole day.
 Mar 2015 Rose Claire
Josh Bass
It's true I am being paid
But it's not just for my time
They get much more than that
It wasn't till I pulled up
my driveway from an hour
and a half commute
that I realized I have
gone nearly a week without thinking
my own thoughts.
Yes I get a stipend for my time
But my mind has been hijacked

and I let them...
 Mar 2015 Rose Claire
Josh Bass
The country music plays at a low tinny volume
I never much cared for it
But thinking back now I enjoyed it then
From the back seat of a love's family car
Stopping at small town after town
Country meals and light on conversation
Our favorite was finding
everyday treasures of times long past.
How appropriate then as I scour my mind doing the same
thing
So many women at the bar tonight
30-somethings giving me hungry eyes
40-somethings pleading for my attention
and a 23 year old with sky eyes ignoring me
I see her through the mirrors on the back of the bar
and she glances at my reflection ever so briefly
so I buy her a drink hoping she'll feel like
she owes me something or another
and she comes over and tells me
about her relationship with
her father and her mother

Then I drive home and hit a speed bump
that I've never noticed before
 Mar 2015 Rose Claire
PrttyBrd
I heard him say
"I love you"
Like he used to say to me
Like he just said
To the universe, by my side
Screaming from the rooftops
I heard the words
Impassioned
Meant for some other heart than mine
Without a hint of warning
A back turned
A faded smile
A hole in my chest
Where his heart once beat
Me, without a word
I watch the words fly on the breeze
I close my eyes
And hear them just for me
One last time
As the tinkling laughter
The sound of being loved
Glides off in the distance
Now, all I can hear
Is the wind howling through
The cavern where our hearts once lived
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 Mar 2015 Rose Claire
Poetic T
My blanket of insanity, It kept me warm,
Warped,
Diluted,
Pretty
Little pictures in my mind,
Of things only regurgitated
Into that which a mind could
Cope with in this fractured land.
It was a land where I lived, I heard
Distant voices,
Distant memories
Distant soon to be close,
But the horror affected me,
The cloud did disperse,
Normality entered where I wished it not,
Cursed,
Blighted,
Eyes
Screamed at what was seen,
Commonality,
Normal,
Sane,
I was but the same a clone,
Of the next one, of the next one,
I felt cold my blanket kept me warm,
Now I was in this place.
How can you live like this,
It is a place of order, where has
Chaos gone. I screamed and noise
Permeated
Vibrated
Carried
Through the  air, not visuals once seen
I hated my own voice, screams.
But it was fleeting, as my mind blurred
The lines once again, cuddled me in the aura of
Beautiful confusion,
Normality faded like a setting sun
I know it will rise again, but for now
I have escaped rationality,
Once again I embraced the insanity
Long live the moments of warmth
I live in a world of lucid insane  thoughts,
But I am home, where I was before.
Edgar rules
Oh who am I kidding, life doesn't work that way
There are no happy endings or prince charmings
More like heartbreak and self-harming
You cut your wrists just to see them bleed
It's such a rush, the blade becomes your noble steed
you watch the blood flow down the drain
Along with your hopes and dreams of love and fame
You feel the life draining out of you
But no, oh no, you don't want it to end
even though your dog is your only friend,
even though you've been depressed for more days than you can count
Deep down you still had hope that someway, somehow you'd amount
To something
The black spots are clouding your vision
You panic, you cry,
And you realize that you don't want to die
You pray to God, begging to survive
Promising to do anything, in exchange for a second chance at life
But life, you see, is not a game
When it's your time to go, you go:
No excuses and hopefully no pain
All you see now is blackness
It's taking you under, out of consciousness
Your life doesn't flash before your eyes
You don't see the "light"
You're lost, alone
And now...
You're gone
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