And so I sit
remissly weathering
another evening
after spending the day
so carefully on
nothing in particular
Day: March 8, 2009
durn classmates
poetrystumbling over words stuck on a single
letter reminiscing over second grade
when i learned to read aloud and not sound
so much a fool as my classmates something
i chose to hold over their heads apparently
to this day now disgusted at my inability
in a new tongue to complete a single sentence
without a pause to think what this word could
possibly be and how it might should fit into
said phrase knowing you’re laughing
as i would if you were reading this and
knowing those second graders would laugh
too at me but i have to stand with grad students
who are mature enough to hold in their laughter
but bad enough poker players to keep me
from seeing it all over their faces
and i think and think and think
poetryi’ve been tossing
my head around with
psychedelic mushrooms
climbing
mount
everest
with
my mind
and going back and
forth and back and
forth and i think
if only i could live on hoth
poetrythe best line i heard all day
was a jab, directed at a young kid
trying to hide his girth
with an oversized coat:
“why don’t you go live on hoth you freak!”
which made me think
i’d like to live on hoth
where not only would it always be cold
but i would no longer have to worry
about my girth.
oh, how i hate springing forward
poetryif only march would never come
if only winter could last all year,
and i could stay in the cold,
wearing coats and scarves and gloves,
not feeling the strange feeling
of warmth in my pants
that comes with humidity,
that comes with spring.
the sieve and the sand 