Thursday, March 31, 2011

The University Of

A life on pause
As I sit and create a divot in the Earth
I create no dent in my debt
Twenty years nose first in a book
But not one day spent being prepared for the harsh truth
The doctors and the adjuncts hand me my grades
The dean hands me a $50,000 piece of paper
Some woman named Sallie Mae hands me the bill
Like an overstocked product I remain on the shelf
As the suits and white coats pass me up
So what's the answer
Spend more money
Get a certified certificate to certify that I'm finally worthy of your time
When my child is born I will lay no path for him
I will tell him no piece of paper will make him who he is
And he will be happier and more successful than I

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

In A Clover Patch You Will Signal To Me

Bury your hands in the dirt with me
Grab a hold of any roots you can get a grip of
Hold onto them as tightly as you can
The next step is the hardest to grasp though
We are going to be torn apart from each other
As the roots grow we will be separated by great lengths
Underneath our nails will be filled with dirt
Our hold on the roots will be saturated with sweat
Do not let go
Soon our bodies will be engulfed by dirt
And our breathing will be slowed to a crawl
Underneath the earth will be where our love is hidden
Listen closely through the muffled mud
I will be screaming to you, "I am sorry! This will not last much longer!"
I know that you trusted in me and buried yourself alive with me
I cannot tell you when we will be able to resurface
But I will dig my way out and I will come after you
I will search in the clover patch