A Classroom Setting

I

He paints his words on the wall

In Sanskrit, of course

But the students,

They don't seem to mind

He asks,

Why don't you answer me?

And so we answer,

It's because we don't trust each other

He turns back

Gambling and rolling

With jokes and allusions

I do like him, I promise

II

Bangs,

Hiding her eyes from

Smeared remains of chalk and rights

I pray her name to be wisdom

But fear for the worst,

It's shaping out as Apostasy already

Should I learn too much

And find out that

The fluff and feathers from

My dreaming pillows

Can no more help me fly

Than hollow bones

I do like Wisdom, I promise

Dirty Dishes

Scrubbed plans

Sound like dirty dishes

Shattering on my grandfather's floor

With the whole world awry

I turn on deaf ears

And enjoy the view

So, this is how I find you

Perched away from Madness

Seeing you strikes my fancy

Dates, accompanied with facts, crash

Onto the shore of

Imagined passion and white urgency

I suddenly realize

Walks without you only hurt my feet

Growing without you only makes me taller

Loving anything but you only leaves me empty

In my head

You're a dream

In my heart

You're a pulse

But in reality

You're still a silent murmur

In the midst of

Clamorous dinnerware

Baptized in Gasoline

The other day

God came down

For a visit

And burned a whole

In the chair

Kept and Mannered

He tipped and toed around

To observe peoples' doings

Smiled and sniffed

And back up He went

To continue loving

He was too complete

To be contained

In a chair