I sit at my window and look out at the
snowflakes; they fall vertically, horizontally under
the grey black sky. I watch the dog break open the
bone and lick the marrow out. I watch the
big white cat sleep, snore, maybe dreaming of
a fat sparrow in his mouth. I think of taking
a bite of the sunset, living in a cave; the way
a marimba sounds when I'm haunted,
how Hamsun took bites of his hand in hunger.
My mind drifts to Van Gogh's potato eaters,
the whore that rejected his ear, Lautrec's withered
legs and beautiful heart. I think of the falcon in
the city, the stranger in the mirror, the brutality
of man and the wonder in the doe's eyes.
Anything but algebra, I took the compass test for
college,99% in writing,96%.in reading and 17% in math.
I have to retake the math and score a 25% or better.
I despise math, my girlfriend says, 'You love math, it
gets you loans and grants.'
My brain bleeds with numbers and equations,
but she's right,
I like loans and grants.
So I'm back at it, like a kid to
the dentist, and math does its job,
it pushes me back to
the word, the line, my dirt road
through the madness.
Topic(s) of this poem: college,math,money,school