I roll over ‘is mornin’ an’ saw a dirty boot. My boot. It wasn’ on my foot. It on my foot now. It keepin’ foot warm inside. I am “freeloader.” Other people pay, so I’m inside and warm. I like being warm.
These darn research papers get pretty annoying. I just keep typing, and typing, and typing, and typing, and typing…
… and typing…
… and … typing
… yeah.
(actually, I’m just trying to increase the number of posts so far in December so the sidebar won’t be longer then the actual posting content. It gets kinda weird like that.)
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
12/01/2002
She laughs.
it echoes
He whistles.
closer to me
“Delirious” sings.
and
I simmer.
I fondle the doorknob.
it rattles
He scans.
the picture is digitized
She laughs.
again
I am bitter.
She laughs.
louder
He comments.
on the noise
I wither.
Our picture sits.
upon the shelf
It is old.
Yo, I’m back from Thanksgiving break and in my nice little dorm room again. Woohoo. Anyway, don’t want to talk to much cause if I do it’ll mean more procrastination on this paper I need to write. So… latez.