why the teaching profession is indeed evil
September 30, 2008
forcing our words
whether created from inspiration or vomited out
of necessity
requiring we turn them in
as though ratting out our own parents
these words
we say as we staple our pages together
were written to be judged
so go ahead and mark your red all over
these pages
tell me my style is inappropriate
or i misspelled things by ‘accident’
then grade these words
and throw them to the wind
unless YOU decide MY words
are worthy of a refrigerator magnet
inspiration - once a necessity, now a mere luxury
August 22, 2008
mud
sweat
beers
the many words they help to conjure
rides and runs and
bitter cold
with blue sky - and snow
benches dedicated only be filled with you
- together
street lamps lonely and frozen
out of place
off the grid
mysteries
water balloons shot at distant trains
epic battles with snow balls
with fevers
overheating and overeating
the “phew!”
the proud
the in-betweens
and you
muse you are and muse you do
now life can be lived without you
the sieve and sand begins
April 9, 2008
under heaven
everyone has one
some people have three
mine was a purple penut… a canvass… a Caveness
and they make you write
and they inspire you
and some of them inspire even though
they write long
and miserable
line
after
line
so we converge and write
the sieve and the sand
Roger Mugs
rcribay
Ned
timsaslacker
joshuagrace
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
Poeta Maximus
David X. Hugo
