Dead Poets Society: Wesleyan University Chapter

I eat my macaroni with a straw,
and that’s not my only flaw.

I don’t try, it just happens.
Do they have macaroni in jappens?

We died the noodles red,
like chairmen Mao said.

Chopstick suey,
red with blood, gooey.

What rhymes with Bolshevik revolution?
Darwinistic evolution.

Where do they go from here?
Screaming in the rain with King Lear.

Revolution made him mad.
Communism ain’t no fad.

I eat albino apples raw.
Again, I suck them with a straw.

I would not eat them in a car.
I would not buy them in a bar.

Albino oranges I would not eat,
because they are carcinogens.

Miners
A miner
Is that M-I-N-E-R
Thumb kisses
What do we have
What is that
Oppressor
Peter pan
Moderately stupid
Thimble kiss
Peter pan
Fairy tales
Large iron fences
Chewing yogurt
New
Oppression of fairy
A blanket of coffee beans
Just get what you can
Wheat wheat bat bat
Gate
What doesn’t have to do with fate
Tiny ants crawling in the keyboard
Dangling earrings
The fainting table
The read coats are coming
Clip her the tongue
Iris
My cousin iris
Anthrax
And revolt
And revolting
John Travolta
The lawn mower came to at dawn
Take off your clothes
Grease lighting
Go
Stop
Yes son
I want to kill you
I want to fill you
Keys
Peace on earth
Gone
Good will towards all centipedes
Pillars of steams on the coast
An anthill with a flag
Against another smaller ant hill with a flag
A different flag
Freedom
Something normal like scrambled eggs
Is a commodity
Flap jackets and racism
No sugar
Straight black
melted
endless items
sucked
I heard cocked
Allowed free associations
Liberation of spelling
Or grammar devoid
Puissant
Beer belly man
Swollen is stuck
Idiot yes man
Man bird man bird
ZIMBABWE IS A CAPITOL
Exactly
Please lower your case
Please lower your pace
Liner notes not meant to see the light of day
This is not a race
Slow down
Stop
Low down
Telemachus
Oppression of technology
Icarus
Meow

Part 1
I am pregnant
Silence
Crickets
umm tough crowd he said and cringed
I am not pregnant
The crickets are pregnant
Sic et non
I lied
It will be the child of the monarchy
Fails safe stomach
A scion
With the crickets attending
They took their pregnancy for granted
As the nobility was contending
The cricket queen had a hundred children

Part 2
Axium: Proprehend the future moment
Q,E.D.

First Meeting of the Year

Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Butt Courtyard, meeting place
Be there, or be square.
(OMG! That last line rhymed! It is like a poem!)

I miss you guys.