Short Dorm Room Poems
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The actress Farrah Fawcett
In the Smithsonian, her swimsuit they just tossed it
Her poster was the very last sight
I saw in my college dorm room every night
Baby's off to college
E-mailed pic of groovy dorm room
Where she'll absorb trite and knowledge
Rib-kickin' as if she were still in my womb
Mom-love surely heart-gut balmed unto the tomb.
Are you glad that we two met
in someone's dorm room -
alcohol and youth and us,
strangers in the night?
A course of pain and pleasure,
inexorably
set - do you regret we're not
strangers in the night?
It seems at least one dorm room is the dwelling of a bum.
I visited my son and saw big piles of grungy clothes.
leftover fast food, open garbage--things a mother loathes!
Sloppy sons so seldom seek to scour sickening scum.
A wall of Jacobean era lattice-windows
line my dorm room - my private eyes.
How many freshmen have watched
the gilt harvest moon from this seat?
I keep them open, for cool breezes,
and the comforting the sounds of life,
in overworked, needy moments.
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.
.
the university opened in 1706 - I guess I'm not unique
Fifteen-two hands high, half a ton
of black horse – she bore me
through dry arroyos and over alfalfa fields
in bloom. But how could I carry her
to college? There’s no place in a dorm-room
for a Morgan-Quarter mare.
I dropped her – reins and all – into
the hands of a stranger.
Forty-eight years later, I find
I’m still carrying her
in my mind.
My body flips me off and I fall down
Into the sunburnt grass;
It's telling me “It’s time to sleep!
Just look how good this bed of
Uncared for dirt appears in the
Afternoon shade?
Pray, tell me why you will not
Dream now when your
Dorm room didn't catch a wink?”
And I smile at its
Upturned two middle fingers and say,
“Well body, it's actually time to write for me.”
I wanted cafeteria food.
And a book.
The slogging.
As if there was only a garbage dump to lie down on.
And it’s comfy.
I wanted a dorm room bed.
Lofted.
College doesn’t know anything.
Books are all grammar and a stiff knock on the door from a stranger.
Cafeteria food is like dead souls.
College doesn’t know anything.
Not even where the Golden Book could be.
To the left of the old soda cans.