Some poetry, I reckon

Wherein I post some stuff I wrote for Techniques of Poetry sophomore year. Take with several grains of salt.



Siege

Bait,
Lay,
Fray,
Fail,
Flail,
Flow,
Glow,
Potion,
Potency,
Procure,
Curator,
Cut-rate,
Cute,
Croon,
Droop,
Broom,
Boots,
Beach,
Peach,
Liege.

Transgressions

We skip.
We Bic.
We fake sick.
We steal shit.
We sip mad lean.
We hog blunts.
We blow xannies.
We rail addies.
We mix brass monkeys.
We pound Mad Dogs.
We flee slow jeeps.
We get so fucked.
We black our eyes
beating
the wrong front doors.

Lament to Benny; or, Voyage of the Beagle

Benny, you worst dog ever sat,
You stub, you nub, you eating machine,
Chewer of Venetian blinds,
Shatterer of flowerpots,
Eater of three-hundred-dollar boots -
Did the rabbitfur tempt?
I've yet to eat a meal that expensive in my life,
Fiend beagle, flop-eared madman.
And your whine, that simpering squeak -
Feedback? Amplified bee? Witch's weep?
I don't need it, dog, but I did need
Those six chocolate cookies,
Those half-dozen donuts,
That multivitamin pill,
That mechanical pencil,
Those artificial flowers you confused for food.
Some puddle-rich, post-rain days, though,
I miss you, fool hound -
A chunk of light brick, kicked, chuckles down the walk
And we're all too sane to give pursuit.