IT SNOWS IN MIAMI TOO:

wind spits snow in my face
and goes up my nose like a bump of K
or a line of cocaine
the piles of snow are like
Al Pacino's mountain of cocaine
in the film Scarface

"Say hello to my lil'friend!"
I say with a laugh, a loud cackle
as I shovel the snow off the sidewalk
as I shovel the piles of snow off the steps
and pierce the blocks of ice on the cement and the wood of the stairs
and finally a liberal sprinkle
of blue ice melt across the ice patches

As the weather grows mild
(only in Syracuse would 30 degrees Fahrenheit
be considered "warm" or "mild")
the snow might melt
but it's anyone's guess until April

Andrea Biscotti

POSITIVE:

my metier, or rather, my forte
is to instigate the situation
and annoy people
to stimulate my friends and relations
into a state of ire and contempt
for everything I am or claim to be
it becomes an irrascible thorn in their side
that arouses themto become exasperated with me
this is becoming more evident
with every little crumb of my puerile existence
sometimes i'm tired of playing the eccentric
sometimes I grow tired of
being antagonistic all the time
I want to be loved and accepted and understood
within the confines and restraints
of the world at large
I mean, why must I be like this?
well, I feel that I've been invisible to people
for so long, I too like Tori Amos
have been silent all thes years
I'll make this fact
or rather opinion public
I need to make some changes in my life
to cultivate positive things
to evolve
and learn how to love myself
and hopefully you can too.

Andrea Biscotti