soil sifts through fingers
as sunlight warms my neck;
imagined futures brilliantly bloom.
Day: May 14, 2009
this is a test
poetrybut should you fail
know the poetry committee
will be coming to hunt you down
and you’ll never get that last
signature or graduate because
turns out there’s a whole math
class you haven’t attended this
whole year and there is no way
you’ll ever pass the final
so we laugh at you
because you are one test
perpetually in your dreams
away from a real
prepetually in your dreams
graduation
Nice Guy
poetryI refuse on all counts
to bill myself as
anything but
lighthearted.
I have not a grudging
bone in my whole
body.
Now come here, so I can
kick your a- er,
Show you.