Biography of Mark Sane
Science major dabbling in philosophy, literature, art, music, and (of course) poetry. Inspired by a hodgepodge of events in my life, by my readings, by my drawings or (as many poets are) by women.
Mark Sane's Works:
none, but thanks for asking
Mark Sane Poems
This girl once ran off to Dubai, But once there she started to cry So she called up her friend, Who proceeded to lend
To look upon you is a thing of joy, Though I should feign blindness, I see you well, You seem an angel, which from heaven fell, Quiet by accident and are far too coy
A razor blade, my love, and I walked it, Along it's silver edge, cutting my feet Struggling to keep my balance as it bit Deep into my skin with no way to treat
An Ode To Chemistry
Bell rings, in class again, with Shim trippin' Over my outstretched legs. Head back, eyes closed, I'm guessin' answers to this question posed. Convertin' grams to moles, I'm grippin'
To look upon you is a thing of joy,
Though I should feign blindness, I see you well,
You seem an angel, which from heaven fell,
Quiet by accident and are far too coy
To ask for succor, lest you find a ploy.
You seem sweeter than sugar merchants sell
And your voice clearer than a chiming bell,
More lovely. Surely if Helen of Troy,
Claimed a thousand ships were launched by her face,