

Dreaming Instead of HomeworkDreaming Instead of HomeworkDreaming Instead of Homework
Three bits of yesterdays orange sitting in the sun. Not a care in the world.
The eraser scratches diligently to fix our mistakes. There are a lot of mistakes.
The little red dragon who sits on my desk stares at my work with intrigued eyes but offers no help other than support.
Excessive slams on the printer button, Paper inches and inches in mind numbing succession It runs out of ink and paper.
It is done? Its finally done. Good enough for government work. Time to go, time to go


Prose Poem - Pre-FlightI Barely Had a First Flight, Let Alone a EighthProse Poem - Pre-Flight
A young woman caught my attention as she walked past me, focused in her own little world, just her and her cell phone. Her phone glittered, covered in sequins of various bright neonic, reflecting colors and I wondered if it caught the sunlight just right if it would blind one of the pilots outside and a plane would crash.
I focus my attention away from her only to notice a little boy staring at me. Chubby face, running nose, and intensely focused, bug-like eyes. He made a face at me. He sticks out his purple-stained tongu


The Circus Awakens Primal FearThe Circus Awakens Primal FearsThe Circus Awakens Primal Fear
The Ring Master tried to talk the elephant down from its Fortress of Solitude at the top of the Sears Tower. He asks the elephant, Why? Why hide? Mon éléphant?
The elephant has a hard time telling his disheartened master that its not anything to do with the children throwing peanuts, or the friendly clowns after they get into their frightening paint.
Nor has it anything to do with the scowling monkeys throwing feces, or the bearded lady and how she flashes her bare thighs to anyone who glances over. No,


My left shoe never failed me.My left shoe never failed me.My left shoe never failed me.
My left shoe has never failed me. Well there was that one time, the laces came undone and I tripped and nearly got hit by that semi-truck. Or the time it flew off my foot and hit that biker in the face. But those dont count. It is a faithful shoe, it never lets me down. Although it is prone to land the grimiest and most foul smelling mud. Or how it seems to lead me into areas with wet floor signs and forgets that it has traction. But that is just all coincidence, how could you possibly blame a shoe? Although, I have dreams of it whispe
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