hundreds of me lean
down to wipe off the lenses
shmuckussy glasses

i need a cocktail
instead here i am sitting
there is no justice

(courtesy of my good friend kristin)

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Front of the classroom
droning, babbling, clutching chalk
knit cloth covered stick

so often sidetracked
what were you talking about again?
do you know? i don't.

you turn me off of
archaeology... was not
this boring before.

method and theory
a recipe for boredom
no! don't raise your hand!

poems should not be
written about potatoes
it's just plain boring

to party in space
with aliens who like us
is our dream. zoltan!

The fire on my tongue
the burn of capsicum from
hot chili cheese dip

a paranoid, blue,
squiggly antennaed guy is
just not threatening.

not in the slightest.