ok... ok...
ok, here's one I wrote for english:
Valentine's Day:
I generally gauge the prospects
Of a day
(If it will be good or bad)
By the music I hear
On the car radio
On the way to school.
By that logic,
It was a good day.
AFI, Green Day, The Offspring,
And Reel Big Fish
Seeped down from the satellite
And into our XM receiver.
I got to school,
Armed with god omens,
12 roses,
A bag of Reese's,
A book,
And a poem.
Nothing but good intentions
And high hopes.
And... something else
A week of Highways and Shizophrenic Visions:
Drifting down the highway
Through Connecticutt,
I'm reading poetry as we drive
Toward the promised land.
Howl is a short read,
But a cosmic mindfuck.
Punk Rock Mecca
Lies ahead.
Boston, Mass.
The sky threatens,
And teh darkness grows.
As the punk rock bleeds
Into my ears.
I bleed into Masschusetts.
I met a girl in Amherst,
Never learned her name.
She reminded me
Of Agent M.
I thought the traffic was thinning
Until I looked in the mirror.
You were there,
Dripping wet
And screaming my name.
Valentine's Day:
I generally gauge the prospects
Of a day
(If it will be good or bad)
By the music I hear
On the car radio
On the way to school.
By that logic,
It was a good day.
AFI, Green Day, The Offspring,
And Reel Big Fish
Seeped down from the satellite
And into our XM receiver.
I got to school,
Armed with god omens,
12 roses,
A bag of Reese's,
A book,
And a poem.
Nothing but good intentions
And high hopes.
And... something else
A week of Highways and Shizophrenic Visions:
Drifting down the highway
Through Connecticutt,
I'm reading poetry as we drive
Toward the promised land.
Howl is a short read,
But a cosmic mindfuck.
Punk Rock Mecca
Lies ahead.
Boston, Mass.
The sky threatens,
And teh darkness grows.
As the punk rock bleeds
Into my ears.
I bleed into Masschusetts.
I met a girl in Amherst,
Never learned her name.
She reminded me
Of Agent M.
I thought the traffic was thinning
Until I looked in the mirror.
You were there,
Dripping wet
And screaming my name.