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I’m fragmented
Shattered into a million tiny particles
I’m segmented
Into loaves and chunks
Which is the genuine article?
All of this or more of this?
A kiss, some bliss, a knuckled fist?
A grist, a mill, a toxic spill?
Who knows why I grows the way I do?
Do you?
I’m fragmented
Learned algebra, 34D bra
Genetic codes of zebras
History, mystery, transistory,
Chemistry, English lit and tits
All at the same time—sublime?
No, divine!
I wanna give you
A piece of my mind,
And a piece this time
Is all I can find
The other pieces are floating off into space
It’s a disgrace
Not fair that under my hair
If you would stop and stare
Are neurons there
Skipping in and out of rhyme.
You see, I’m fragmented
Like a quarter becomes nickels and dimes
Or like Don Ho’s tiny bubbles in the wine
Or like an ice cube breaking up
To float in a glass of lime
I don’t know where the time and space just went
But I’m fragmented
And now I must pay the rent.
Bob “Smokey” Miles is a
singer/songwriter, recording
artist, poet, comedian, actor,
writer and artist. His songs and
compositions have been featured
in numerous films and TV
shows. A new film, “7 Deadly
Sins: Inside the Ecomm Cult,”
stars Miles reciting his poetry.
His album, “Alien World,” was
produced by legendary
songwriter Otis Blackwell. He
has also been a comedy writer
on Premiere Radio Networks. As
his alter ego, Count Smokula,
Miles hosted “The Count
Smokula Show,” first on public
access and now on the Internet
at www.therealUHF.com. He won
several awards, including
Comedy Album of the Year from
the Los Angeles Music Awards
for his album, “Authentic
Sounds of Smokesylvania.” Miles
has been a dishwasher, factory
worker, high school teacher,
waiter, salesman, immigration
inspector, blues singer and
house caretaker for Bob Dylan.
He lives in Los Angeles.
Photo by Lori Fusaro
FrAgMeNtEd
by
Smokey
Miles