I'm way too busy.

Okay, here's a sample of my life.

Social: Got up to have breakfast with a bunch of friends who are visiting from their respective post-graduate lives, and I'm just about to go to hang out again to watch baseball.

Personal: Did some shopping, did some laundry, got some coffee, and got some other stuff organized.

Work-wise: Went downtown to do some research/lisaison for a big semester-long project I have to do for writing II, started working on a paper revision, brainstormed for another project, and at some point, I'm going to vacuum my room.

All but two of these little points have I finished since I woke up today. Did I mention that it's Saturday, and I've only been awake for six hours? And, I have a lot more to do. Yeah, pretty leisurely...

I Think I'm Crazy

Here's another poem. It's a fairly rough, early draft, as I wrote it last night in about 45 minutes, but whatever.

*ahem*

...

I Think I'm Crazy

Whoever's curious, come with me;
we'll eavesdrop on my dreams.
They're already getting fuzzy
and I'll need the help remembering.

We can share an orange apple
and clear Coca-Cola with our Mexican friends
on the beach where the mullet-sporting penguins
sit and stare.
We'll give our regards
to the soft-spoken canine who led us
out of the burning house
to the empty park downtown.

Riding back, my feet
leave the pedals
and insects deign to chat as I'm
flying, flying, flying,
falling, falling, falling...

And look! I've finished
a song, as I of course can sing
and play guitar
and drums
and violin
and horns
and organ.
I'll forget it, but at least
I know it's in there somewhere.

Let's write some poems...

Hum-dee-dum...

Here's the first two poems I've written for my creative writing class. These are probably happier than they should be. I could use some help with titles, though. :P

#1.

Back from a run, I stretch
on the lawn.
I don't want to cramp up.
Reaching for my toes, I greet
my sinews, "It's so easy
to see your make-up
when you're all stretched out,
muscle far from bone. I know
you are healthy; you
refuse to break" -

like us. The grass
tickles my legs and
I smile, remembering
our feet tread the same earth.


#2.

A sliver
of light on the floor
is keeping me awake.

Examine more closely to find it's
two or three
smaller beams crisscrossed, much
like the lines
on my cheek
in the morning.

There's an invisible
silver knife,
cascading primary colours-

a slice
of moon on my floor.