Assignment 2

This doesn’t seem to be working right,
This thing I call my body.
Bits and pieces
That are supposed to follow orders
Are acting as if
They’ve suddenly fallen illiterate.
My hands twitch guiltily.
My lungs shut their doors.
My heart illegally downloads the latest techno remix
And tries to choreograph a dance to keep with the beat.
But maybe it’s the general who should be taking the blame-
A mind that can’t seem to focus on the literal
The exact
The real
And instead fills it’s time watching movies by dead directors
With soundtracks in upside down languages
Either way
No one is performing up to par
Maybe I should hand them their two weeks notice.

Assignment: Terza Rima

I find myself standing in front of your white wall;
The one that you pay no attention to.
The same one that makes me feel so small,

So insignificant and empty and askew
In my own body, in my own mind-
Like I’m falling with nothing to cling to.

But it’s stare doesn’t seem to make you feel blind.
It doesn’t seem to make you nauseous
Or claustrophobic or trapped or confined.

So maybe I’m the one who should be cautious.
Maybe I’m the one who’s nuts and crazy-
Maybe it’s me with a guilty conscious.

I'm So Tired These Days

You are exceptionally graceful. Your love and understanding guide your feet through an elegant dance that will someday lead you home. Your eyes are more open than even the sun's. To compare you to anything less than pure organic flexibility is to insult nature itself. You are one of the few who will make it until the end, and when you get there, you will shine unlike any of those before you.