Common Bond

SIMILAR SADNESS

I find it hard to leave home
And ease into the day
Feel like a raging river
Told to flow a different way

But today I met a clever girl
Chronically amiss she cries
Behind her sense of irony
A similar sadness lies

I find it hard to venture past
The limits of my comfort zone
Feel like a scattered cloud
Afraid to test the winds alone

But today I met a clever girl
Chronically amiss she cries
Behind her sense of irony
A similar sadness lies

I find it hard to face the world
Without a thought to hide
Feel like an avalanche
Too wound up to slide

But today I met a clever girl
Chronically amiss she cries
Behind her sense of irony
A similar sadness lies

c b snoad
9-10-14

My World Is Blue

DEADLY SIN BLUES

What if I can’t find a girl to wed
Maybe there’s no girl for me to wed
I’d hate to greet the sunrise
Beside myself in an empty bed

Like an anxious child I pledge
Allegiance to the devil’s hymn
A life of worry, a mind on edge
Momma calls the deadliest of sins

What if the boss forgets my name
Maybe he won’t know my name
I’d hate to fall down on the job
Leading fools in corporate games

Like an anxious child I pledge
Allegiance to the devil’s hymn
A life of worry, a mind on edge
Momma calls the deadliest of sins

What if I’m gone before I know
Maybe I’ll be gone before I know
I’d hate to find this dress rehearsal
Before a more intolerable show

Like an anxious child I pledge
Allegiance to the devil’s hymn
A life of worry, a mind on edge
Momma calls the deadliest of sins

What if the skies fold up and fall
Maybe the skies will fold up and fall
I’d hate to see the world no longer
Ruled by rag dolls standing tall

Like an anxious child I pledge
Allegiance to the devil’s hymn
A life of worry, a mind on edge
Momma calls the deadliest of sins

c b snoad
8-27-14

When You’re Downtown

UNION STATION

We meet one day after
a long Chicago winter
in the rush of Union Station.

She finds me as I am,
nervous at a corner table
practicing my first impression.
I shake her hand, enjoy
the way words escape me.

We discuss our travels,
how we reached this point.
I get a sense of
where she’s coming from.

Some folks chat but never meet,
she says, lamenting the
difference between profiles
and how you actually appear.

We speak of childhood,
French philosophy, Freud’s
interpretation of dreams.

She asks about my poetry.
I share theories, outline
methods, draft revisions,
wondering what she’ll
make of these lines.

c b snoad
3-21-14

Pebble Poem

BLASPHEMY

My life is a word
on the tip
of God’s tongue.

I take my father’s
name in vain.
There’s no reason

for my being here
beyond expression.
My life is a thought

ahead of its time
each moment reached
already gone.

It’s a miracle
to feel so small.
A pebble poised

to alter tides.
The moon beside
itself with laughter.

c b snoad
12-1-13