Poetry

 

Teaching Assistance- 2/27/04

the drone of turboprops
muffled chatter
there is plenty of leg room
but the seats could use
some work
departure in fifty-five minutes
one pilot
twenty squirming passengers
I'm serving peanuts
on this flight

Composition - 2/25/04

These kids
once cool
stacked on top of each other
to achieve truth.
Enough ativan will produce
a parallel,
an argument
against explication.

American Airlines - 2/18/04

Time spent on the phone
approaching days. John
left wondering where his
son was. Horror is what
they wanted. A son is what
he had. Now they're building
a dance club on his grave.

Routine Stop (Watching Cops) - 2/14/04

fuck you, i ain't going nowhere
fuck you
i ain't going nowhere
ain't going nowhere
going nowhere
going nowhere
going
nowhere.

Algebra Today - 2/13/04

blank stares.
blank stares.
not talking anymore.
numbers aren’t real.
confused looks.
we’re fucked.
fizucked.