5.10.2012

last day

My literature class this semester was a brain-buster for no good reason. (I complain of it much on Twitter.) To keep sane, I would jot little poem-y things or other note-ish commentaries in my notebook. Here is the last day of that class written verse-ishly.

//

The timber of their laughter matches
       the likely content of their conversation
  breathy empty
  still it causes all others to stop
    and stare,
    waiting.
Are the mocking lilting noises, the exuberant gasp-ish pauses,
     about them?

//

I wish I were on
  the white side of the
room
  and
could participate in
  the prof-mocking
  note passing.
     D#$n.

//

Frantic
  is she
to put together
  the 1000-piece puzzle
her syllabus became.
It is the last
day of class.

//

Highlighter
  hockey
played with your
  feet.

//

The student
  cannot contain
 a small snort of
  derisive laughter
  and a second.
It has been a
  long
  semester.

//

pedagogy
imagistic
elegiac
"expecially"
Let's make a drinking
  game
of our prof's
  lectures.