Student Frank Poems

Reservations

Do you have reservations?

Yes, I do.

About your attitude,

You as a person.

I get the impression that I’m bothering you.

You want to stay for the night?

The best room in the house?

YOU OWN THE WORLD?

Well guess what?

NOW I OWN YOUR WORLD.

I bet your secretary hates you.

Sorry, no rooms available.

--Sam Schultz

Frank

Black and white photos
Next to black and white letters
Among black and white rules
About black and white people

Blank stares from a projection screen
Flat words on a flat page
Knowledge lost in one
But gained in turn by many

A phone cord wraps around a finger
A mind wraps around a thought
A hand wraps around a pen
A curve wraps around empty space

--Rand 2008

Supper

Walking down the street, a man once asked me,
“Who the fuck are you?”
Puzzled, perturbed, and a little hungry
I responded,
“Why, I’m Carl, why do you ask?”
“What’s in the lunchbox Carl?”
I blurted, “I’m unsure, but it feels somewhat light.”
And inside that lunchbox, I was amazed to find,
Was a picture of my father and a dead spider.
The man was tall, and dark, and spoke very deeply,
“You cannot eat either of these things.”
…..but I already had.

--Carl Malhein

In the Woods

A rock with one flat edge
A hole scraped in the loam
Flies annoy with their anxious mutterings

The sun a witness
The trail a threat
Ears abuzz with paranoid hallucinations

Ankles manacled
The view sublime
Heart racing with the loss of flight

The deed is finished
The hole backfilled
Flies satiated and soul clean

--Eric Kornkven

Late

By: Deven Wegener

I walk to class, first meeting of the year,

wondering what my classmates will be like.

I don’t wonder about my teacher, I’ve had her twice.

I’m good on that front.

Maybe I’ll see a bunch of people I know,

maybe I’ll see no one that I know,

God I hope I see someone that I know.

I know the teacher, good enough.

Into the IACC and I look for 132

I think it’s by the elevator that only the old people use.

I’ll try by the elevator

Yup, 132…why the hell is it so full?

There he is? OK, apparently I’m the man of the hour.

I must be Mr. Popular today.

Now everyone’s staring at me.

Son of a bitch.

3:30, not 4:30 dumbass. God I suck.

Wonder what the teacher’s thinking right now.

Guess I should apologize with an e-mail.

I’m too much of a pussy to do it in class.

I’m not even a tardy person.

Now everyone thinks I’m a lazy.

Or worse yet a stoner.

Why the fuck did I think it was 4:30?

Sigh, I guess I should apologize now.

Sorry fellow students that I was late.

I’m sorry Cindy that I was late.

And I guess I’m sorry if my swearing offended you.

3:30 dumbass. 3:30.

Frayed

Hey
Look around you
Everything’s down side up
Mistake?
You’re joking
Lesson learned
No place to run

Fall
Never ending
Your white room’s fading fast
Born a part
Of something born unreal
The bastards play

Slayer of the people’s hope
Prayer of the fire’s heat
Children of the serpent’s sun

The told untold said, “What’s more, it’s real.”

Words.
Writing Poems.
Here I sit feeling a little anxious
Self-doubt and confusion
Hearing the tip tap of others’ computers, others’ thoughts,
Adding to my doubt.
Tip tap. Tip Tap. Tip tap.
I feel like I should love poetry.
But I don’t.
Should I write more?
So,
Here I sit feeling a little anxious.

--Larissa

To you

Dear reader,

Hopefully by now things will have gotten better,

Hopefully because right now it seems to be heading for the worst

Yes a new president is coming

And yes it looks like a great thing

But there seems to be too much

Too much hate

Too much indecisiveness

Elaborate schemes

Fake conquest with immoral goals

A Natural resource shortage,

Fucking PETA. . .

People are starving, homeless, cancer ridden

You care about the animals.

O, reader, I had such dreams before all of this . . .

It fogs my eyes knowing you thought hearts

Wouldn’t be this bad back now,

But they are. . .

And before me they were

Before that. . .

Well,

You get the picture.

--Trevor Fortin

Jolts of awakening cries fill our little home.

Tomorrow will bring new things and new feelings.

The day after tomorrow I will awake to giggles over nothing in particular.

Pitter patter, pitter patter; today I watch him walk.

Next will come the running and jumping.

The cries will become joyous all surrounding such innocence.

I stand aside and let him walk on.

This evening I will put up his very first school picture.

Morning will come too soon where I will yet again stand aside.

His brightness knows no boundaries.

Every day he is discovering himself;

I must stand aside and let him walk on.

With a wave and kiss, and a soft good luck,

He will carry himself high as he heads on.

This next step he must do alone.

Though I have carried you, cared for you, taught you,

Tomorrow is all yours; the world is for the taking.

Do not be afraid to stand aside and let others walk on; without you.

Tomorrow never means goodbye; just good luck, and a secret “I love you”.

--Erica LaMere

Swerving

Maneuvering through the crowds,

Different faces, browns, pinks, yellows,

Staring at my height in wonder,

Their jaws dropping like glasses from my nose.

I try to walk in a straight line,

But I keep veering off course,

Bumping into the younger, faster,

More eager, and studious children.

I put myself back on course, back on schedule,

So I can complete a portion of my life

Bought and paid for in full. But it doesn’t matter,

Because I’ll always find myself in the distance,

Alone and thinking.

--Justin Messner