And now...BAD PRETENTIOUS POETRY!

Don't worry, friends and foes. (Are there any foes reading this? Do I have a "Foes Page"? Would that be counter-productive? Anyway...) I'll have more worms for you tomorrow. Worms for everyone! *cheers* But today, I decided to be non-controversial, as well as make you want me to never, ever do anything like this ever again.

I am posting...a poem. It is not a good poem. It is probably a bad, or at least mediocre, poem. But I am still posting it. Here it is.

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Observances of Homework Avoidance
By Elfie
10/7/03

I sit...
by myself, alone, with no one but me

I see...
a stone walkway, a fountain, stairs that go both up and down, the heads and shoulders and arms and swords of men practicing Tai Chi in the cement courtyard below

I hear...
the mumble of voices, half-obscured by the constant rippling rush of the fountain nearby, the constant buzz of the buildings as the heaters go on heating and the coolers go on cooling

I smell...
the remains of the sandwich I just finished, the tinny smell of the water, the slowly cooling air of a weather system that can't make up its mind

I taste...
root beer and hot sauce, a hint of bread and meat and cheese, the occasional small burp as my stomach remembers my lunch

I feel...
the smooth pen in my hand, the uncomfortable stone beneath my denimed seat, a tiny breeze, the warmth of the sun that has finally chosen to show itself again

I think...
of scraps of Japanese phrases, of the gym, of the homework I should be doing, of half-formed dreams and vague imaginings, of wild, glorious times of long ago that I shall never see, of my beloved, who will return to me when class is done, of the house I must clean and the laundry I must do and the catbox that still needs emptying

I conclude...
that there has been enough sitting and thinking and writing nonsense. Time to get to work.
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Ack. Drivel. Ack.