I'm learning to live
Between the small respites
When school and writing don't collide.
They rarely tessellate
But translate to twin wavelengths
That smothers the other into silence.
In scattered-brain notes, my pen and paper
Wage war on which to favour.
Where could my character arc possibly hide
Among mathematical formulas?
(Drowsy algebraic signs
Make for some detective work
A good warm-up before class starts.)
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Cement City
PoetryHow to capture it all? I was no photographer My paint brushes, I have retired And words simply do not belong On a cover The same way they fit In my mouth, or march along the surface Of these pages. How to capture it all? The sounds, the smells, the...
