January 29, 2014
On the campus connector
Day in and day out
Packed like sardines
Finding transit retreat
No alternative route
So far from the house
Between Twin City scenes,
They stand in troves huddled in bunches.
Until their stops
Too late for comfort
They stand to eat their lunches.
January 27, 2014
I’m thinking Shakespeare, this guy
Those publishers stealing his art
I’m thinking and wondering why
Profit: I wonder about his heart
Edit whichever they might like
Changing it mainly from the start
This choice happens overnight
Centuries after the days he embarked
They slighted this timeless beautiful lark
They dissected and pulled his words apart.
January 20, 2014
Times we live in
Supply and demand
Laws of the land
Things that determination does not understand…
-Overwhelmed by the lack of 5P’s and a plan of attack…
Think about that.
He traded his winter coat for the West Coast and he never came back.
January 15, 2014
Something we won’t see, or Late Winter Warmth,
A Winter Libretto:
A reverse-coned icicle hangs dripping
Stalactites warm on the outside; frozen solid within.
Bringing a liquid heartbeat sound below-
Drip, beat, drip
Drip, beat, drip
Until gravity plucks this fragile form
Crashing- it to the red brick ground.
Broken to bits, transparent
Pieces scattered about
No shape of the passing account.
Clear chemical solid cubes now.
Lying there broken
With these, no resemblance he could find to the picture in his mind
He looked to the sky to spy another sharp point growing in time.
January 9, 2014
Called a few times
How to get where I’m at
Tip of the hat
Sun in turn a basement door window
Fall season I want a cigarette for some reason.
In between beating off and function
Where’s the discussion?
Apparently I have trust and money
Halfway through class seems longer than that.
I won’t get angry at my short comings
I believe in comeuppance.
Some things are just funny
Some things, I just love it.