Troy Cochran Poems

It is the cocktail hour.

Too late
for sneaking up the chimney, bounding
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I can't eat a mountain of ice cream.
Just give me the cherry on top!

I can't make a living at poetry;
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I still like to break the ice
Of puddles where I can.
At the junction down a ways
I'm a bull in a china shop;
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I want to brag my Sun
outpouring from my eye
could bring a stubborn bud to blossom.
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The solemn silence of my street informs
This lonely miser of his well-deserved
Christmas Eve: white diamonds glittering more
Than I have earned in all my muddy seasons.
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To shed all pretense to being good and great;
To undisguise,
And make open confession of oneself
Of all one's lifetime of triteness and lies;
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May a sprig of new green emerge
from every branch and twig
that I have pruned and hacked;
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The trouble with truffles
When you have the snuffles
Is a mouthful of phlegm.
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Sam I am NOT.

Troy I am!
I happen to LIKE
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(In Earnest of Being Ernest) *

It is what it is.
Whatever it is.
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