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Monthly Archives: December 2011

I’m a Red Riding Hood
in the breezy forest,
trusting that there are no
hidden teeth and claws
in the blanket in the cabin
with shiny windows and wings.

Like Jack climbed his beanstalk,
I too ascend,
trying not to wake
sleeping giants in the sky,
hoping for
treasured golden memories
and luggage devoid of stolen goods.

I’m Goldilocks
wandering into seats unfamiliar,
hoping airplane porridge
and a twelve hour flight
through the night
are just right
with the companionship of
bears who are more comfortable
sleeping in different beds
than they are with others
sleeping in their own.

and open doors
but when you’ve finished
slide them softly
back in their frames

like you would
a bed of matches
resting, waiting
for darkness in
their box with words

a boundary
like a cliff
with only hovering birds
and the crumbling rock edge
to break strength
and silence.

there’s a disease in the trees
an evergreen tumbleweed

like a wart
on thin fingers

dark dream catcher 
of the breeze

The things we burn to keep warm
Are prettiest

Treasures half-consumed
By the stuff of another world.

The second of offering,
By dark ash
and smoke,

Is our finest-
We feed
The unfinished
To purity and desire.

Have a creaky seat
five from the middle,
biology back row.

Enjoy your 
lab supplement 
two hours each Tuesday,
this class for non-majors
is really too easy
unless, of course,
you dislike
or do not understand
electron configuration,
genetic diseases, 
and theories concerning
the common descent of man. 

Feel free to descend
to the ape-like behavior
of the other science-haters
in your laboratory section

or with your lab partners
mentally decompose
as you watch the caterpillar
you were supposed to help grow
into a bright butterfly

rot in its own poop,
swirled like dark mold
in a food mixture
that resembles applesauce  
blended in a small scoop
of tapioca pudding.

This appetizing image
you can recall 
when dieting
or listening
to the lecture portion
of this four hour credit
in Kivett Hall.

The ninety minute classes
are quite entertaining-
glaring white slides
filled with words
pertaining to Na and Cl, 

how Pb & J lead to obesity
which could aggravate
almost as well as
cumulative exams
on irrelevant information,

and the PowerPoint presentation
is also verbose
about morose human conditions
that are fascinatingly gross, 

it’s filled with pictures taken 
with powerful zoom
of colorful pus
and other effects
of diseases that loom
like questions
from classmates
who think the room
waits for their insight.

“Bio” means life
“Logy” means study
”Section 101” is
An old DaVinci code joke,
the translation is vague,
but many have spoken
concerning the nature
of this aged academic attempt
to poke fun at the student
who’s not biologically bent
or chemically inclined 
to develop a