the pencil poems

It was a dream, let me say that first,
A dream of twenty-nine obtuse angles.
__weird,
____nonsensical,
______the kind of dream where philosophers and physicists
furrow their brows together and mumble,
"No logic! No logic!" and hobble away
to the next mathematical problem
that exemplifies the universality
__of
the Pythagoras Theorem.

It was a dream, with a girl.
A girl with a cat and red golden curls.
A girl in love with a girl in love with a boy,
Who, remarkably, loved the girl, the girl
with the cat and the red golden curls.

So round and round the love letters went
__dear girl >
____dear boy >
______dear girl, you with the cat and the red golden curls >
____dear girl >
__dear boy >
Until the girl threw up her hands and kissed the boy,
and spurned the girl with the cat
and the red golden curls.

So she bought a house with a room with a view
and sat on her rocking chair and fell asleep
and dreamed this dream nonsensical,
about a girl with a cat and the red golden curls.

Posted on Thursday, November 16, 2006 at 2:46 PM. :)