Ringing the doorbell at the campus bookstore A vintage, pull chain contraption Antiquated, yet still rather expensive A lot of fine print within the caption
Education is a self-fulfilling myth When the public library is free Pay your tuition into the system It all depends from what lens you wish to see
Aroused by the typewriter’s bell I’m salivating like Pavlov’s dog Imagining caffeinated mornings Walking the Sunset within the fog
Though those were forgotten emotions I’m not able to repeat that form So I do my best to feel the original Sometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm
Running my fingers upon the smooth surface Keeping them always against the grain I know my way through the Redwoods They’re my protection against the dark stains
Born in the high desert among the cacti Faint echoes from mission bells of yore Great things come from fools with faith Misguided souls remain thirsty for more
Stubborn & obstinate as hardwood Needing my love to keep from being truculent Even though our touch doesn’t always soften conditions Nevertheless, she is still my favorite succulent
Liberation granted by the morning alarm
Still alive; this body aching with rippling fatigue
October visions, yet I’m safe from obvious harm
Visions dwindling; remnants of horrific intrigue
Seeking out coffee to loosen this slumber
A stretch & chance to deliberately mourn
These dreams encrusted in burnt umber
Sworn to abide by the wisdom of Nat Hawthorn
The terror that befalls us when we’re unaware
Soon free from the slow tolling of the funeral bell
Needful sleep caught us within a nightmare
Unconsciously breaking from a manufactured hell
Visions of dropping acid with William Blake
Dawn is our escape; returning to peace as we wake
Great American notebook Time to add our verse Or merely help to tread water While we all survive Ringing the ship’s bell Putting on warm tunes Honing the proper words To elevate our voice
For whom the Bell Jar tolls Chasing demons down the dark hall Scratching an itch until it bleeds Beyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all
Never letting the imposter take hold Growing larger in our own impression Sizing up unquestioned confidence Surviving in spite of a soul’s transgression