Today looks like
The overzealous grip of rubber on paper
Cicadas singing in the sun, homage to friction
Knowledge filtered through a cheese grater
A student smiling aimlessly, lost and happy.
Artificial light at war with shadows
Left skulking in corners by a relentless sun
Work hanging over, the headsman's axe
Razor sharp to snicker snack
Contrasting dulcet tones squeezed through walls too thin
Another teacher hard at work.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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