By Nicole Babich
It’s a habit
Humans will hide
Lie, cover, mask
His was chap
-stick, cherry flavor
Fruity, pleasant
A thick aroma
Coating the nose
Like the lips
But woe
Unnatural, artificial
Balmy petroleum
A pretend version
Fake cherry
A clever mask
The real odor
Faint, lingering
Yet drifts, stings
A burning odor
Licks the eyes
Nose, mouth
Oaky, smoky
Musky, dry
Intoxicating odor
Unlike the stereo
-type overpowering
Damp, dank, noxious
That fills a
House after years
Repeated use
Rather the initial
The light up
Fresh, burning
Earthy from the
Tobacco, sharp
Nicotine and chemicals
Covering the mouth
Hair, nails, skin
Delicately lasting
The oaky burn
Can’t hide it
A mask fails
He’s a fool
All around me
Acrid scents
But I’m foolish
For my favorite
Is the oaky linger
I love the light up
Rich, wrong but
Somehow it belongs
[See April 5’s posting for a brief statement about Nicole Babich.]
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“Sometimes It’s Just
About A Little Fun”
By Jim JarvisOne two buckle your shoe,
Three four shut the door,
Five six pick up sticks,
Seven eight lay them straight,
Nine ten . . . . . let’s try this again,
Ten nine how divine,
Eight seven just like heaven,
Six five it’s alive!!
Four three tee hee hee,
Two one I’m all done.
“Sometimes it’s just about a
little fun.”
