Short Clipboard Poems
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I genuflected,
Is that even the
Proper tense?
I've wondered.
And the Math Man,
clipboard and all
Smashed his
Brains in,
with his cat
and Bicycle.
And closed now,
Is that institution
Where I learned
Only text book
rhetoric and
Public exposure
of my Genitals.
Far from the curious and the bored
from prying eyes and microphones
The haunt of laboratory and clipboard
stiff backbone, late nights alone
A drive from deep inside, a primal scream
pushing and tugging the scientist's dream
Fatigue's chains broken, he toils on
Discovery's Joy, a new day's dawned
I can pretend, I'm at the beach
cool sea water, around my feet
sand that goes, for miles and miles
as I whittle away the hours
not a thought comes to mind
all my worries left behind
my clipboard left
on a very messy desk
right now it doesn't matter
I'm where I need to be
on the beach, the whispering sea
next to me
Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
The skyscraper,
climbs to the sky,
solemn...upright
by human
imitation
God's...
undaunted
The man
feels
absolute Sir of the world...
the skyscraper,
falls from the sky,
as an icon
of concrete,
fallen angel...
from its fall
the vain
human,
proud
still...guilt
the simple
clipboard...
not his
prepotency...!
and arrogance...!
The skyscraper,
soar into the sky,
solemn ... erected
by human
imitation
God's...
Undaunted
The man
feels
infallible,
Mr
of the world...
The skyscraper,
falls from the sky,
like icon
of concrete,
fallen angel ...
Of its fall
the vain
human,
proud
still ... guilt
the simple
clipboard...
not his vainglory
and arrogance ...!
.
Blame it all on warm beer
at the stoplight.
The inside of my skull throbs
with the drone of tired traffic.
And windshield wipers whine
with my CD's old rock metallic.
Then, jolting my line of vision,
is a strapping, suspicious cop.
His clipboard and pen, enough
to make my sour hiccup stop.
Blame it all on warm beer
at the stoplight.
.
Blame it on warm beer
at the stoplight.
My cerebrum throbs,
hodgepodge of noises:
windshield wiper's whirring whine,
depressing drone of tired traffic,
primeval beat of hip-hop sound;
the most jolting thing
in my line of vision:
a strapping traffic officer, his pen
and clipboard menacingly poised
to render judgment on me.
Blame it on warm beer
at the stoplight!
some people type right into the computer
I never thought I would be one of them, but I am
At this second I am sitting my car, writing on a clipboard
As the words appear, I realize how Gemini I am
Words appear in three ways – cursive, print and shorthand
Wait. Four ways, some are abbreviated with periods
If I knew a foreign language, I am sure I would throw that in too
I am such a Gemini!
Uniform waves
On a blue LED screen
Rhythmic contraction fading
And we all know what that means
White jackets Rush
Scrubs flying down the hall
Looks of panic
Slowly, to the grave he crawls
Large piece of mine
Yet more of theirs
Sitting in silence
Small room of chairs
Clipboard in one
A pain in the other
Quiet approach
We stare at each other
There's no coming back
The day is now done
We miss you already
I need one more day. Just one..
Enter the cavernous chamber
Met by the paperwork__you know the clipboard
Enter all this information first right here
Remember we need address, SS#__So we can trace you
Good we've got all that so now we'll treat you
Enter the little room with a I don't care nurse
Now I want to know what would equal good care
Care that would keep you coming back
Yeah! We want return visits not wellness
Room without view
Occupied by much equipment
Opposite of home's comfort
Much anxiety