and I come across some poetry that I wrote from a class at Hastings College from my Sophomore year interim class (1997). Much of it sparks of the 'typical' collegiate poet-stream of consciousness, some disturbing imagery now and then, some totally random stuff that makes you say WTF? And now, for you heckling pleasure, and to bring an iota of culture to this blog, I present a few, in no particular ...
Coffee Lover
And she called me a drip...
Percolate me
and take a sip.
From Kenya or Colombia,
expresso or cappuchino
whip me up and pour me some more.
Perfect Death
The hooded spectre leers at me
and says it's time to go. My corpse is as a corn husk
in the fresh fallen snow.
I feel myself rising up...up .....UP
into the twinkled sky.
I'm a whisper, a memory, an icy breath.
I may be dead but at least it was a beautiful night to die.
Ransom
I have kidnapped the clown
I have kidnapped the clown.
Stuck him somewhere that no one will find him.
I couldn't stand his jokes.
I couldn't stand him making others laugh.
I couldn't stand everyone else being happy
when I was still sad.
I have kidnapped the clown.
I am not sorry for what I have done
and I will never let him perform again.
Forgive me, I have kidnapped the clown.
I just didn't want him to to perform for anyone anymore.
Recycle
Guyana 1978
Rancho Santa Fe 1997
Jim Jones all over again, but a lesser degree,
only a UFO trailing a comet's tail
that won't take anyone to eternity.
Only followers of a sainted Son from a sainted Mother could do this.
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