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snowflake meatball sandwich

snowflake meatball sandwich
it has been a long time
in honor of you, i add the monterey jack
it is such a shame that you died alone with all phones completely off
the tears fall quietly as i prepare bacon cheeseburger chili
while looking at the blue lake accepting kisses from the sun,
i think about the dried blood on the well worn rope
i become lost as i butter the potato rolls while wondering what i missed along with others

snowflake meatball sandwich
so many lifetimes have passed
as a tribute to you, i pour the blue cream soda in the frosted glass that says 'Live Freely'
it is such a shame that you died alone with all communication completely gutted
the tears fall with more volume as I take put some of the taco salad in a large paper bowl
while looking at the blue lake react pain of the expressive teardrop rain,
i think about the old, well worn dining room chair with 'Brooks' carved in the center of the seat
i become frozen in the state of missing completely oblivious to everything turning subzero cold

Sleeping In My Car In the Snow

sleeping in my car in the snow
subzero temperature with frozen snot and drool
so dark in the weary silver car that it feels like life is drowning
my mind is an antique thinking that it is a new day, but it is only 3.5 minutes later
the moon has icicles on it
the stars are in a temporary hibernation
the tears refuse to run down anywhere for it prefers the warmth of the tear ducts
my mind is a turtle in a rapid state of constipated confusion thinking that morning has come
however, it is a minute and a half later from the 3.5 minutes later from when i laid my head down
when the next morning comes, i will Praise God and ask Him for Good Health, Comforting Warmth, and Divine Protection
until then, i brave another frosty, frigid night nervously chattering in fear until some form of sleep comes
that is, if said sleep does decide to come

Zeros-This Couple of Adulterers No Heroes

He was a hero (not)
Infinite frigid cool-frozen cold subzero
A circle infinite ero

Resting on a pillow
Nestled in asleep in the willow
Mouth wide open, open curtains
Has a guest, not his wife and let
He rose,
She rose

Not a Godly man
Steppin out, and  (just got caught)
Now label both them just wearin a sheet
Standin on their feet
in vitro-vitro

Not a good righteous couple neither one of them
Mine hero they’re just zeros
This couple of adulterers no heroes



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Frosty Ice Cap

a frosty icecap
left to her own devices
in the gelid blue of the subzero cave
added ambiance to the stalagmites

The My Way Highway

blind minions do not hear
deaf disciples cannot see
callous subzero frozen feelings 
breed gibberish jarring jubilee 

this bloody blind-eyed messiah
rode to town astride an ass
belching barking oratory
for an aimless lower class

a starry-eyed astrologer
alchemist extraordinaire
summoned shrouded quatrains
revealing he baffles with a flare

loitering lotus-eater
puppeteer par excellence
self-indulgent Machiavellian 
pitched fabricated arrogance

adroit and ambidextrous
he summons the mercurial mass
conjuring decrees and fairytales 
dictating his rules pass

lose not a bloodied hammered head
resign yourself to a running retreat
le guillotine administers
swift sweet and replete 

no man speaks of that not heard
or sees that left not read
bony fingers point with indigestion
reflecting in fractured mirrors 


Posted April 18, 2020

Arctic Seasoned Disguise

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing

Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding 
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings

Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts

White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings 
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape

January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…

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Written from memory…no winter here. : )

Winter Scores a Win

Frozen brick church frozen hard steeple.
Nowhere around are any people
Winter mix is all around
Twinkling snow is on the ground.

Frozen limbs, breaking quickly.
In the yard, rather thickly.
Old frost bite Charlie has been busy.
Icicle magic makes me dizzy.

Not a coat or hat or face.
Not a person any place.
Outside is freezing, so we are all in.
Winter once again has scored a win.

Subject: Winter

rude cold pierces bone
footsteps…signal subzero
powder crunches loud

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lungs ache with pin pricks
nose burns…sinuses frozen
short breaths fog vision

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cold overtakes sense
life…dependent on senses 
must find shelter now

White Weather

Blue heights freeze to the white
Chilly and subzero winds rampage everywhere
Cold crafts descend onto the nation
Tempest blizzards
beautiful, yet deadly

Who Am I

On the clouds I sat,
Reminiscing about the past,
Viewing landscapes from up high,
Bt yet who am I

Stuck in time continuum,
Basking in my reverie,
Taking a walk on the sands of time,
Bt yet who I am

Dwelt in sorrow,
Dived like an arrow,
Whistled with the sparrows
Bt yet who I am

Lost in a conundrum of my minds phobia
Where there's no room for euphoria
Lost in a maze of my misery,
Find nt my visery
Bt yet, who am I

Darkness clothed me
Liquid from a broken heart bathed me
Words from a lonely heart gripped me 
Bt yet who am I

A cold chide running down my spine,
My breath hotter than a dragons flame yet cooler than subzero
I'm in a dilemma
Bt yet,who am I

M stepping on naked thorns
Swords pierced my bare skin
Drenched in the sands of the desert
Bt yet who am I

The fangs of pain bared into my skin,
I'm the anvil struck by the hammer,
A million turmoil explode in my head
Bt yet who am I

A solace finally I found,
Buried deep within me,
Screaming out in a deafening whisper louder than the gentle wind,
We are who we are...

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Fire and Ice

If You were fire and I was Ice
I'd extinguish your flame every day
Or just maybe
You would cause me to melt away
We could never exist in each other’s embrace
Because when I hold your hand in mine
That would seal our fate
And that's fine because
Every Cold heart needs a warm touch
And even hot coals need to be cooled
Don't school me about temperature
Don’t make me graduate from my subzero degrees.
So let's  stare  life in the face
We can  take a leap of faith
And there we would  collide
Unruly fire and frosty ice
Your dying embers and my tear shaped drops Would be the last things that remain
Of you being fire and me being ice

Colder Than the Surface of Mars

Colder Than the Surface of Mars

By Elton Camp

Of global warming I’ve no doubt
Right now that isn’t helping us out

Freezing arctic air is flowing down
Subzero temperatures widely found

Encased in ice and snow are the cars
It's colder than temperatures on Mars

Such conditions are hard to abide
It’s fall, get up, then slip and slide

There’s a chance pipes will freeze
Limbs may crash from the trees

On the roads snow still remains
Jack Frost coats the window panes

How much more of this can we take
All we can do is shiver and shake

Alaska Prospector

Greed overtakes any prospector looking for gold.
Here I am above the Arctic Circle braving the cold.
The bitter freezing is enough to kill anyone young or old.
The river flows under a very thick sheet of ice.
Temperatures at fifty degrees below zero are not nice.
It is late morning, and the sky is a crepuscular gray.
That golden orb called the “sun” has gone away.
I won’t see it again for weeks as it is below the horizon.
That big husky dog with me is much like his timber wolf cousin.
To keep warm, chewing tobacco is of no use.
Anyone can grow a beard from frozen tobacco juice.
It is unlikely the subzero temperatures will get any higher.
Until I get back to camp, I will just have to build a fire.

Based on the short story “To Build a Fire” by the late Jack London

The Martian Miners

The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions.
Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions.
If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike,
we see no other alternative but to go on strike.

On the slopes of Olympus Mons, we descend underground.
Inside this mine, deposits of titanium can be found.
If we go further, we can find gold and platinum.
In abundance are other metals like silver and palladium.
There are large untapped veins we can easily see.
Industries on Earth have been grateful for their discovery.
As a result, market prices for commodities have gone down.
Our location has been a booming Martian mining town.

The way the management has treated us has been pitiful.
It seems as if they are discourteous and ungrateful.
Despite dim light in the day, and subzero temperatures at night,
I have every belief in what we are doing is right.

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