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Syncopated Ishkabibble

by

Robert Leblanc

Ishkabibble syncopated
Papers flying inundated
Bell curve pattern mandatory
Poppin'-fresh back morning glory
Graph sans chart sans unintention
Highschool yearbook photo mention
Soda-sippin', pansy-pickin'
Cotton candy kitten-trippin'
Double-doozy water fountain
Easy stairwell-climbing mountain
Take dendrochronology
And mix with ornithology
Elevation super-riffic
Excavation scientific
License plates are sold with cheeses
Chicago Bulls, Milwaukee Freezes!
Pumpernickel garden party
Artifact-ic loser tardy
Correlated copper mining
Carbonated soda dining
People people love it love it
Cotton farmer radish covet
Papers flying inundated
Ishkabibble syncopated

Undefeated Season

by

Robert Leblanc

the green grass of the highschool stadium
turns brown at the forty-yard line
all that remains is the thanksgiving game
which will be played many miles away
in another stadium
no more cigarette butts will fall upon it
no more dark nights will be ignited by its
sharply-lit, americana, letterjacketwearing
excitement
the grass moans with lonely sadness in the wind

Profile

by

Robert Leblanc

Eyes as fixed as beacon lights
Glowing sadly in the nights
Thrust upon confusing sights
Falling kites

Hands as rough as buried stones
Shaky as played xylophones
Pounding on no-parking zones
Dial tones

Teeth as long as checkout lines
Rounded off like melon rinds
Chomping down on troubled minds
Highway signs

Face as bleak as racing hounds
Double-takes and turnarounds
Pressing for some leaps and bounds
Siren sounds

Not Untitled

by

Robert Leblanc

The smell of the innercity avenue
Walking out onto the highschool gym.
He dribbles a few times and then shoots.
It bounces off the back of the rim.

After a couple of years it gets that way.
The old man comes home to supper on the table,
Takes off his hat and coat, sits down,
Willing if not able.

Stopping at a red light,
Realizing that it's quarter of ten,
Flipping over the cassette in the tape deck,
And the light already turning green again.

The apple sitting on the kitchen table,
Ready for someone to do a still life,
Rolls off onto the adjoining chair,
On top of the steak knife.

An afterthought bulging to the front of the brain
Rising like a jump shot in a pile of rocks
The small praying mantis on the grass in front of you,
The only one who talks.

Butterscotch Downfall

by

Robert Leblanc

My mind was just
Impaled
By those intangible spikes
Revolving dangerously
Just above
The train I was riding
Dipping down now and then
Drawing blood
Leaving the passenger
Cowering under his
Metal easychair
In the middle of a
Fight between two-and-a-half
Soldiers from the same faction
The spikes drilled down
And Madonna said
She wasn't sorry
It was human nature
But the passenger knew
She was sorry
Or at least she used to be
And she was held low
By the spikes
The spikes of human nature
The spikes of being human
The spikes of being weak

Now That Summer's Over

by

Robert Leblanc

Now that summer's over
And seems a world away
I look on with strong resolve
Forever from today.
The sun is sinking in the west;
Nights are getting cold.
Litter on the pavement:
Ticket stubs once sold.
Turn your shoes both upside down.
Let the sand seep out.
Turn the song up one more time.
C'mon work it on out.
Draw the curtain to a close
Take your final bow
All the things you meant to do--
Better do them now.
Now that summer's over
Remember with a smile
The way it was all summer long.
You felt it all the while.
The spirit of the summer,
You hold it in your heart.
They say Brandy, you're a fine girl
You sing with every part.
Nostalgia comes to save the day
The way it always does.
And you think back recalling just
The way the summer was.
Put down the book. Turn off the light.
And shut the door. Okay.
Fear not as you go on with life,
For memories grow each day.

As Beautiful

by

Robert Leblanc

The most,
The furthest,
Of all praise
That is what I give
Beauty in
The light of day
Long as I may live
That is what
I have in full
Nothing I can do
But offer up life
With hopes it's
As beautiful as You.

So Quiet on the Street at Nine

by

Robert Leblanc

So quiet on the street at nine
Squirrel's legs replaced in line
Four shrill notes of chickadees
Gentle quivering of trees
Sunrise all around the world
Awnings dripping, edges curled
Bluish-green of heaven's shine
So quiet on the street at nine

Bag of Doritos

by

Robert Leblanc

I knocked over
The bag of doritos
Which was actually a good thing
Because...
Well, i dunno
But it seemed like a good thing
At the time
So anyways i didn't bother
Cleaning them up

Raindrops Falling Like Tears

by

Robert Leblanc

You always see
Raindrops falling like tears
On the avenues of life
Drowning
All the thin papers
Wrapping up the knife.
Raindrops
Falling intermittent
From a distant cloud.
Rainbows
Never have been heard here
Everyone's too loud.
When they're
Running, fighting, killing
Dying in the strife
You always see
Raindrops falling like tears
On the avenues of life.