9:00 pm Friday

9:00 pm Friday

We drink
on the weekends
and go out with our friends
to parties full of people that we'll
never know


poem written 10/23/06

Waiting on the Corner of Main and Maple

Waiting on the Corner of Main and Maple

The bus
will come by soon
pick me up at the sign
pick me up and take me away
from here


poem written 10/23/06

All Nighter

All Nighter

Some nights
I stay awake
for no reason at all
other than the fact that I'm just
not tired


poem written 10/18/06

Life of a Road Runner, Coyote

Life of a Coyote

He hides
behind that rock
for the trap to be tripped
constantly waiting with his fork
and knife


Life of a Road Runner

He sees
the bird seed lure
and the box propped above
but before the trap can cage him
he's gone


poems written 10/18/06

Cartoon Physics, I-III

Cartoon Physics I

I am
about to fall
but before I look down
I can just as easily float
above


Cartoon Physics II

I know
the hole is false
painted there on the rock
maybe if I believe I can
go through


Cartoon Physics III

He shot
these holes in me
and now I cannot drink
without the water pouring out
through them


poems I-II written 10/18/06, III written 10/23/06

Fibonacci's Sequence; a poem

Fibonacci's Sequence

one
twice
then two
and then three
with five coming next
followed close thereafter by eight
and then thirteen and so on and so forth forever


poem written 10/23/06

Simplicity and Comfort

Simplicity

Perhaps
the world is just
what we see it to be
a little blue planet spinning
in space


Comfort

Perhaps
the world is what
we thought it to be
the creation of beings far off
watching


poems written 10/12/06

COMS 103; a poem

COMS 103, Public Speaking

If you could see me slumping here
then you could plainly see
that I am not a big fan of
the class COMS 103.
It’s Public Speaking, it’s 12-2
it’s up in Lasher Hall.
Inform, convince, deliver, and persuade;
I just can’t take it all.
I guess the Prof is nice enough,
my classmates all seem cool.
The subject matter’s just so rough; so
I fall asleep and drool.
I dream of ponies, candy, toys,
of unicorns and rainbows.
I dream of that guy from the infomercials
who tries to sell me Tae-Bo.
I’m off in my own little world,
but that fantasy’s soon gone,
for the Prof drones on and on and on
and on and on and on.
The next assignment has been posted,
it’s worth 55.
Less than 2 weeks to be completed?
I’d better act alive!
12 days I’ve toiled, 12 nights I’ve worked,
I can’t take anymore.
The end is near, I’m almost done;
this is all such a bore.
It’s done! It’s in! I can do no more!
I am so relieved.
I volunteer to go first;
this will be easier than first believed
I deliver well, I garner applause.
I sit back down with out a peep.
I find that a wry smile crawls across my face,
for now I can go back to sleep...


poem written 10/8/04