Franks Poems—Second Round (about ½ of class) World shift. Who knew that the world was
white, The clouds were blue, The sea is black, The night is grey. Borders are red, Blood turns yellow, Bananas are purple, Plums are green, And that leaves the grass. One thing that I still have
yet to figure out, In all of the words tossed
about, In all the fingers that
have curled, What color is the world —Michael Gjorven Untitled If ideas were meant to be
sidewalks then, —Erik Kornkven Untitled It is 5:18 and I am
floating near the end of class So far Pollock has painted, Lady Day has died, And I have finished a can
of Squirt which reminds me Of a dusty ’66 Ford truck
without seatbelts Unsuccessfully spitting
sunflower seeds out the window On the way to the lumbar
yard on scratchy unnatural upholstry And I notice the rust on my
hands after I slam the door. Hardly anyone speaks up in
class, yet as soon as it is over No one can hear because all
speak at the same time The tiled floor and and molded tin ceiling Reflecting the voices,
turning them into noise Broken sentences flying
about hitting me in the head As I try to hide,
entrenched behind my laptop, Barracading myself from the schrapnel
of those statements. The truck was sold long ago
And with it went my
childhood It was a rainy Saturday
afternoon when my innocence Drove away in the hands of
a man I had met only once before And would never see again. I hope he treats it well,
but inside I know he won’t The classroom has now
emptied and all that is left are Flickering flourescent lights The hum of electronics left
on, forgotten in the corner And me Still hiding Wondering where the truck
is now, Maybe I could buy it back. —Jenna Barenthsen This is CNN The economy is incredible it keeps going up and
nothing can stop it war is proving to be
beneficial in some way at least that’s what we
want to believe. The economy is slowing up of course it’s slowing up
it has to, it can’t go up forever
that’s impossible everything has its own
saturation point so why should the stock
market be any different? The economy is dropping
some and no one is quite sure
why but that doesn’t stop
people from guessing which
leads to mass misguidance across the country. The economy is really
dropping lately and suddenly the warnings
are being heard and no one knows what’s
going on with their money people start to panic as
the Dow drops five hundred. Is my bank safe even though
his bank isn’t safe and my bank really is safe
then how can I trust that my money in my bank is safe
and just what the hell does restructuring mean? No one knows what’s going
on. No one knows how to stop the market from
falling. No one can prevent a catastrophe from
happening. But we can watch —Deven
Wegener Untitled I’m sitting among my
half-dazed classmates Wearing their college best (which is a polite way of
saying t-shirts and jeans) I wish I was at home with
my tortoiseshell cat She likes to knead my
stomach and put me to sleep with her purring I have my own little fuzzy
masseuse. It makes me feel lucky. The Sigma Tau Delta sign on the wall Yells out “Sincerity!
Truth! Design!” Like yelling it would make
it happen. I want to be in my own
haven of noise, Music blaring, videos
playing, cats meowing, Not the jarring sound of a
water bottle hitting the concrete. --Sam Schultz Untitled I rushed out of my house,
40 minutes till class I reached down and zipped
up my pants Before stepping into the
car Where’s the post office? Do
I have time? I asked myself as I watched
the streets void of the people going to
work traffic I notice the gas light’s on And I still need to pick up
the carseat From my wife’s car downtown There’s the truck. There’s
the car. Do you mind if I park in
the street My zipper is down and I
pull it up I drive away, 15 minutes
till class Should I drop off my mail Where’s the mailbox? I
still need gass Fourty dollars for 12 gallons And still no mailbox. My
fly is Down again though, it must
be the pants I see the pants I’m wearing
are those That I should have thrown
away long ago The stupid zipper falls
down for fun There’s the mailbox, and
class has started So I slow down, light a ciggerette And enjoy my morning like
any millionaire Maybe if I catch my shirt
in my zipper Then it will stop falling
down Did anyone just see me pull
it up? --Chris Graves |