Engaged in smuggling happiness,
I can do physics equasions and AP calculus but I can't write poetry.
Poetry is the means of my sanity; I can't stop my emotions...ever.
And the tuna are all trapped in cans in Travis' cabinet...
All fresh and eating through the candy mesh
en route to their chicken dumpling number six with mustard duck sauce
Percentage error is the expirimental value minus the scientific accepted value divided by the accepted value times one hundred or: 10-AIx100
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Once again, surrounded by gay men...
Oh you know you like it, all of it...
and my soundtrack tonight is grating and humming,
and my stomach knots but im not hungary.
Quickly, I serch the sky and kiss your bleeding intricacy with a reluctance that colors my shriking violence...
An equation I cannot escape though i am Dolpin Safe.
Im cold, polyester in Maine.
Im lonely, haunted by thoughts of you... dressed in poyester... by la mer in maine... feeling nights soft touch on my face.
And somehow polyester is warm and comforting even if its not really.
~Written By the following:~
Sarah Bugenske-Pooler
Travis Nadeau
Rich Austin
Simon Linquist
&
Nick Oliver
You, silently, took them away from me.
Now I, silent, am left to my thoughts.
I have no will to speak now.
Rare occurence indeed.
Rip and tear me down,
get off,
and then realize your actions...
and be alone.
I can't do this.
And I won't do this.
Go away,
I don't want to look at your harshly beautiful face now.
Turn away, and save yourself from having to feel.
Thats how you want it anyway,
my dear.
~Written By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/15/00
Heft in a box
a circle in a glare
I havent streached in a while, or breathed for that matter. I comically notice the smooth lie on everybodys clean face pretending the warm stickiness inside us dosent exsist.
And then I see the pigeons, all sulking around on the red bricks.
"Give me some prozac" pecks one. And I sneeze, and my head pivots forward just like the pigeons. Nourish the bench with a soft shower...
~Written By Travis Nadeau~
9/00
Empty actions...
Thoughtlessness on your part.
Smiles light up the velvet sky...
Eyes see eachothers soul.
Complete contentment...
Understanding comfort.
Then I bottom out cause your next mood leaves me behind.
The one who adores you so;
second best to a current mood.
You will realize,
and know better
when realization hits.
That nuthing compares to us...
this I realize now.
Even if I do feel left empty and left behind.
~Written By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/18/00
but this wall is to high... and I am leaning against the bottom.
I can't say what it is I feel... it changes with your moods...
it sets the pace.
And I am lost once again; eluded by you.
By this; by me.
I have not a fucking clue how I feel.
I am enclosed...
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know how to feel anymore.
I'm lost to myself.
To everyone...
Sadly, even you; my dear.
Disposition of a boy.
Soft features coensiding with your seemingly causious virtue.
Blond,
Blue eyed...
a smile here and there.
Not quite confident enough.
Innocents.
True, to the core... broadsided by everyday perception.
Sweetness,
honesty lies in your face.
A buttin chin.
I watch you work... and think that I would like to know you better than my observations.
I see that you hold so much and want you to share with me.
~Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~ 9/18/00