Autumn Impressions IIIAutumn Impressionsi.Walking to the drugstore in the rainAs worms wiggle past and streetlights blink:"Walk.""Do not walk."ii.I'm warmed by two things Hot cider in my stomach and your arms around my waist.iii.Violent yellow fungusThrusts its way outward from the tree trunk.Creeping, creeping,I see girls come and throw rocks at it.iv. John's voice reading The Raven by a campfire.Embers flavor the s'mores as smoke clingsTo sweatshirts and woolen socks.A glittery shooting star(or firework?)Flames overhead.v.Pea-soup sky The science building is a haunted house.vi.Your kisses are Sunday afternoon post roastSweet and strong.vii.While driving down a country road:To the left I see a man painting his mailbox.Oh look! "Pumpkins for Sale."viii.Bright colored wig and painted smile.I'll have you know This isn't me.ix.Halloween morning brings rain;A crow sits atop the steeple,Uttering humorous, soggy cackles.x.It's a crisp, frosty ap
Lewis and ClarkLewis and ClarkAs we stood overlooking the great PacificI cannot deny the incredible sadness that I felt.For months we had journeyed,For months we had trodden and suffered andDied, even,And suddenly we had reached the unarguable end.The breakers crashed and roared,While smaller, smoother waves tumbled harmlessly onto the white sand.Salt wind, tears in our eyes, oh The sight of a storm out at sea.Camp that night was silent as death,For, now that we had done what we came to doWhat was left?We would return the way we came,Through a fresh young land, but no longer a virgin one.We had crossed one infinity and reached another,But that infinity was not ours.The next morning, we shouldered our belongingsAnd turned our back on the Pacific.My greatest fearWas that, returning, I might discover my own bootprintsIn the dust, returning to the ocean.
The Fella: A Halloween TaleOne All-Hallow's-Eve so dreary, I did homework, bored and weary,Over many a heavy volume of biology and loreWhile I studied, still and sleepy, I felt a presence, close and creepyAs if someone had come to greet me, greet me sitting at my chore"'Tis just a dream," I muttered, "So sleepy and about to snore Only this and nothing more."But a devil-beast appearing in my work soon interfering,Straight it wheeled my desk chair in front of laptop and ExplorerThen upon the cushion sinking, Fe'la betook himself to linkingWebpage unto webpage, winking as he led me to procrastination's door Will this fiend so costumed leave me study anymore?Quoth the Fella, "Nevermore."That Demon Fella, never jaunting, still is haunting, still is haunting,On the closed lid of the laptop that is sitting on my floor;And his eyes they are compelling me to never sleep, impellingAnd my desk-light o'er him felling, as I browse through dA's storeAnd my soul from out that website tha