More Cowbell

One minute on fire, the next minute cool
My groggy brain floats in a soggy pool,
So I’m forced to shuffle to UHS
Where, of course I can only guess
I’ll be told it’s nothing, and feel like a tool.

Big Wheels Keep on Turning

Through sludge and salt it’s back to the grind,
And no early morning class is ever so kind -
But despite all the tears
And future bill payin’ fears
Maybe I still should make matter lose over mind.

The Embarrassing Truth Behind this Blog (or Just Another Example of Procrastination)

Through the papers and stolen coffee that currently surround
I, more than anything else, want to admit something far from profound -
That the life of a poet
(Less than I probably know it)
Would be exactly the kind of thing I’d like to have found.

A Question Posed by Many (or, Why Am I Here?)

As it flakes outside, like a shaved bar of soap
I continue to sit quiet and lose all my hope -
This dear hearted poetry class
Kicks my sad (statement crass)
And plants me firmly as a college aged dope.

Button Up

You know it’s nice when your hands are cracked,
Your snot is frozen, your lungs ransacked
So we whimper and squeal
And wish not feet but for wheel
When all we can do is don mittens when attacked.

I’m Happy with Harry

Though my curiosity wanes in the face of an intellectual plight
It’s certainly something I’ve wondered for a couple of night -
But, alas, I won’t fret
For I simply don’t get
What exactly it is that sparks everyone’s love for Twilight.

In Memoriam

There once was a library, portable and sound
That wherever I went, I carried around
But then came the crash
A red blooded slash
And now back to square one, my music un-found.

Many A Fan (?)

Though definitely shoddy in devoted upkeep
I know I have one friend who does take a peep -
Nathaniel, my dear
Blogging ever near
I thank you for reading, and for being a creep.

MAD LOVE.

Write a Bad Romance… er Paper

Here I sit, no coffee but at shop
Loitering, procrastinating, my mind in a mop
It seems quite clear
I shouldn’t be here
But I dare anyone but GaGa to make me stop.

Caught in GaGa

This weekend at the mall I did finally cave -
A new cd purchased I did indeed brave
and now through my ears
A bright note appears
Of the Lady, my love, now iTunes – behave!