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I've promised myself i would write a prose poem someday and I guess this kinda counts. It is kinda poking fun at the whole girls gone wild informercials.

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Why is it that everytime I write a poem that
Girls Gone Wild is on the television? I thought
This was the discovery channel anyways. Good
Thing element number 14 is being put to use
In some form or another these days. Computers
Aren't really that attractive anyway wedged between
Aluminium bats and Phosphorus salts. Maybe I'll
Start digging straight to Mangolia, watch it, China
Is quite overrated these days, just to cease the void
That the concept of boredom has created. I begin to notice
That these girls tops come off faster than the caps of
Beer that we drank tonight. But hey, I still got my check
For $9.99 written and ready to send away tomorrow morning.

Bleach

And another...

Bleach

The street winks at me
Until clouds
Cover the sun
And I see its eyes,
Swollen concrete,
With tears flowing
Into a puddle

With all the coming,
With all the going,
No one notices
How the true beauty
Of parallel and
Perpendicular pavement
Gets washed away

Or how the street
Whispers directions
From symmetric
Black and white signs
And that potholes
Are abrupt reminders
That even the street
Has a time to die

Dueling Quadrilaterals

Soooo my first blog wow! I never thought I would have one of these things but hey why not. This is going to be a thing to get my poetry out there and such. This is a poem I have written recently that I enjoy and is very heavy with geometry and math terms but hey! I am a math major.

Dueling Quadrilaterals

Stained glass of pastel Easter eggs
Metastasize from the ceiling and
It begins to drip an opaque blue
From the trapezoids and parallelograms
That hang above a newly born child
They poke holes in each other
With acute corners
Until tears and concentric circles
Collapse them and lymph
Leaks freely from their
Disfigured, scalene veins
Onto the child’s virgin forehead
In seconds the fragmented quadrilaterals
Scatter on the walkways and aisle
That have become a shattered atmosphere
Polygons, rhombi, a toolbox of geometry
The gift of an unknown mind to venture
From these destructive pieces
Clouds take shape and combine in the sky