Long Syllabi Poems

When I was a child, I wondered

Was deep sleep, death?

Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation?

Waking up, I found the people around me were the same

I was the same too, nothing changed

This cannot...

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The places we chose to put ourselves
willingly, unwillingly.
Past lives linger and we emerge with a scream
spitting the remnant wombs from pursed lips
producing the perennial pucker
the seeking sucking sounds as we search
for this incarnation's tit.

Why does...

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New semester.
Did my courses run?
Oh yeah, but too many. 
Work on my syllabi.
I promise I won’t cry.

The night before class.
I pace the kitchen.
Sending prayers up.
Are you listening;
Please make my students be nice.
Calling my friends for...

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Those burning candles midnight,
And unending syllabi,
When heart bled in tears,
At no time, I would ever want to relive!

The moments of wait for togetherness,
When beloved failed to turn up,
And the agony of helplessness,
Certainly not ! Would...

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