Trying to catch up. I should probably be grading right now, and I know that, but my students also have a lot of questions about this last test, and it's better for me to be interrupted doing this than having to re-read. Plus I kind of feel like I need to make up for the last two. This is likely an excuse and I will pay for it later, yet here we go!
16: Mean it
Let us be done with bad poetry
cast away the chains of cliches
rid our mouths of unwanted rhymes
and shake the banal rhythms from our ears
Let our hearts do all the talking
and taking our brain's suggestions into account
shed our poetic pasts like a lizard in too-tight-skin
and walk among the mists of everything
we could have said
17: A Note on Pleasure
We often speak of simple pleasures
list them one by one
and dream of them
buried beneath our work
but indulge in them too often
we never do
18: The Sound of Your Soul
Laugh like you mean it
Laugh loud and proud
let your gut canon out the sound
let your body twist and bend and ache
Let us see the wrinkles forming
so when we run our fingers
years later
down the deep long lines
engraved upon your face
we can say we witnessed the creation
and remember
the roar of your happiness
19: Riding the Subway
It's always surprising
every first jerk of the train
perplexing how the pole I cling to moves forward
while my body tries to remain
It's not unlike the passing of time
its insistent push and pull
and my constant falling behind
16: Mean it
Let us be done with bad poetry
cast away the chains of cliches
rid our mouths of unwanted rhymes
and shake the banal rhythms from our ears
Let our hearts do all the talking
and taking our brain's suggestions into account
shed our poetic pasts like a lizard in too-tight-skin
and walk among the mists of everything
we could have said
17: A Note on Pleasure
We often speak of simple pleasures
list them one by one
and dream of them
buried beneath our work
but indulge in them too often
we never do
18: The Sound of Your Soul
Laugh like you mean it
Laugh loud and proud
let your gut canon out the sound
let your body twist and bend and ache
Let us see the wrinkles forming
so when we run our fingers
years later
down the deep long lines
engraved upon your face
we can say we witnessed the creation
and remember
the roar of your happiness
19: Riding the Subway
It's always surprising
every first jerk of the train
perplexing how the pole I cling to moves forward
while my body tries to remain
It's not unlike the passing of time
its insistent push and pull
and my constant falling behind
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