Ode To S'Mores
Oh the chocolatey goodness
dark, sweet, and secretive
melting over the puffy,
gooey, hot hot marshmallow
A College Student On Erev Rosh Hashana
Tonight I know what it is to be lonely.
Tonight I wish to be anywhere but where I am.
Tonight I am sitting here,
trying to concentrate
Second Ode To The Very Same Stapler
here we are, yet again.
in haste I do inquire on the innards you store
behind that line of teeth.
Third Poem For The Stapler
The stapler teases me
as i sit at this desk.
he asks me, blankly,
mouth hanging open,
As The Sun Sets
As the sun sets outside my big window
it hangs on the edge of the rooftops
and lingers orange there
with blue the color of your shirt that night