Senioritis Vulgaris (An Auto-Complete Poem)
I don’t think that
you can get the most important things in life:
Capstone, cap-and-gown.
Fuck capstones.
This isn’t going anywhere.
I’m sorry I wasn’t able. A bat is
killing the gypsies in my head.
Satan, on the other hand,
looked like a sunflower,
imposing and mild.
His aunt told him to take the plunge.
A youth group is going to make it easier.
Middle school students will have to do.
Nor do we need to provide a valid passport.
Updated security deposit and a half-hour or so.
A childhood mishap,
but scarier because
I have to bail.
Try to avoid the classroom.
Go forth into the world
with two pieces of paper:
an invoice and a badge of academia.
For all they’re worth,
Toss them in the air with your
Capstone, cap-and-gown.
A bat, in my opinion, is good for you
to combust, under the impression
that I care for your business.
You pick a weekend.
I’m not going to school,
and college football is a
werewolf of data.
Corner of the moon, but you’ve
got to be an expert on the couch.
Who else could do it for free?
Processing for three tickets was like
buying a fourth. We have work to do.
Twenty one years’ experience.
Dedicated server. Would you like
fries with that?
It’s enough for a few weeks’ pay.
The pen is an excellent choice.
I’m not going to be an actor.
Find the bathroom? It doesn’t seem to work.
I can walk home. Opportunity to explore.
Rue the beauty of its dauntlessness,
a youth in tumult.
What is a dead and gentle way
to make me want a relationship?
Perhaps we could,
for the most part.
I’m over the past few days. What’s
up and down: dirty dishes, or your
sister?
The quiet neighborhood of
her mom’s Volvo and
I--
Quickie. You try to be easier
than the average person, but you’ve
done more thinking in the last 2
seconds than you have all day and
that makes you nervous.
Bath, and cold water. Playing the
game of her friends and colleagues.
A book that I don’t care to read.
It burns roofs and tongues alike. A
sickness that begets further sickness.
This builds up to an Irish Catholic family
and friends.
This critical eye contact leaves you with
themes, and the kids bed-and-breakfast
where you found the perfect drunken noodles.
I’m not a pervert, just too many people
who are not allowed, in my opinion.
Green eyes, like a cat’s. This
monster is one of many to come.
Don’t hide from this new aspect.
Don’t be afraid of the power hour.
Channel the situation. Drive them off
with your ego. Remain in a cavern
of soundproof foam.
Dark side of the room.
Professional development of
episodic content. Never-again-and
-never-forget. Shake. Pour over ice.
Drunk. Pretty funny, and I’m not
going in til one. Always we were
quiet in the same places.
A test God couldn’t study for.
Bittersweet failure. Smell of burnt
chocolate. Drinking got you here.
Taxi. A little further. Lose weight
like a model. Pull over. This isn’t
Kansas. Lose your glasses. Wake up
off the beaten path.
Something familiar. Someone you
want to un-know. Read the epoch
of passing shoes and socks.
A sore sight for eyes. Mutual
disrespect. Keep your head down.
Hands out, palms up as you
swallow a hospital gown.
Choke on your own
breath. Didn’t
see it, didn’t happen.
Her hair
loss worsened that week. There was
not but blood pressure and
a few months to come.
My two cents in increments of fifty.
Change for a fifty? Shouting match with
an unrepresented party.
Ray McKenzie experiences difficulty remembering what color a person's eyes are.
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In lieu of flowers, please send donations to IUEC local 4 (2016 has been a year of ups and downs).