Comparing feelings to sodium-potassium pumps in preparation
for a give-and-take relationship--possibly of academic nature.
With sweetness like the milk left over from
my froot loops--which I never actually finish.
Tic-tac-toe being a complete metaphor for life and maybe for buying shoes as well,
not really.
Ghosts never existing in the "Ah, there are more things than heaven and
earth in your
philosophies, Horatio."
What's the most important thing?
Why do we ride bicycles (besides slowing global
warming, you know?)?
Jesus Christ
died on a cross...a crucifix to say the least.
Vietnam, Iraq,
what a battle we could never possibly win--a
contrast between what we're doing and
what we're thinking.
Not paying attention, too busy scribbling out my imagination waiting for the end
of days--a synonym for graduation, or my livelihood of high school years
preparing
from overwork and stuggle
for more overwork and struggle.
Why must we do this? The same thing daily
is enough to drive one mad.
Automatic handgun pouring out ammunition like words
from books used as weapons.
No more tests
No more
Done.
