Thursday, September 25, 2008

eighth period physics

the physics classroom is like
a root canal

my brain chokes on mouthfuls of
cotton.

SCALAR: magnitude only
-distance; speed
(directionless)

the minute hand lopes onward with difficulty

we have gambled away our
futures on the clock's slow progress,
a debilitated rabbit.

the back of your head looks
soft, Mr. Crawford,
like something a robin would nest in.
you should have been a Puritan.

today i am as large and looming,
dispatching very quickly to my blurry vision
of nowhere.
the unspecified point in quadrant three, that's me.
perfectly scalar.

2 comments:

Corey Wilson said...

Ahh I love this! a perfect description of a typical 8th period day in Mr. Crawford's windowless room :)

Anonymous said...

Interesting to know.