December 2 2002

Poets Corner

Over The Edge Page 16

Pie Fess Ornor

Drop off your poetry and we’ll put it in.

a lack of sleep is driving |
me
| can’t feel my brain

the end of the semester
came so fast
and yet lasts so long

we all near the end
yet it feels we shall never
finish the race

- somearesoclose  —
only moments till the end
getting ready to escape to

greener pastures

Word of the Week

Veep

a) slang for a vice president

b) one of the words used by the Swedish
Chef

c) what happens when you can’t sleep
d) gnomes painted with whore make-up

daa umo AJSA Si Sey
S/N eu} ul joIp! ayy “Ba juepisaid SdIA e 10} Hues (e

tequila drinking
the philosophy of it
try not to throw up

’'d rather have a bottle
in front of me than a

frontal lobotomy

-steve dallas

Long moments

Blink. Blurred vision blinds only a moment, an apa-
thetic thought, his mind is far away. Within the white,
now wet, pair of swollen eyes, the scene is bright,
birds sing sweet songs all day. He, and another, lay
in the grass, hands clasped, they laugh as the tear
escapes its captor.

And freely falls from bloodshot eyes to cheek, His
glass eyes never caught by any actor. As warm
water wets his cheek, he is gone, to a picnic far
away from the present. The other stretches, seeking
comfort on his arm, an embrace, crowning a king,
from a peasant. lis meaning blessed above all, yet
even in success, she sighs, and stares at the sun
set.

he holds this thought, it causes his chest to seize, it
releases the feelings he tried to forget. The sun has
long faded but deep in his heart, it violently burns,
in memories he bears, A cross, lightly glimmering,
it's silver chain. Symbolizing to him, that she truly
cares. She smiles, another tear moistens his eyes;
the first still slowly sliding down his face. A poorly
guided finger cuts its thin trail, and the tear stalls,
nearly frozen in place. Hung, motionless, she ques-
tions what they’re worth, the years of commitment,
struggle, and soothing love. As if on a scale, the
good meets the bad,

hoping desperately for help from above. She is
confused, he understands that now, the hollow
feeling echoes the tear’s pace. Moments pass, in
silent tranquility, In a wave of emotion, he sees
_ her face. She is crying now, it hurts him to see,
the pain that follows her decision to leave. She
hadn‘t expected it to be so hard, she hadn't even
intended to grieve. He is alone, his vision again
blurs, water again swells in his broken eyes. Like
a bullet, it falls, joining the second, the strip of dry
cheek, it easily defies. Her eyes... together they
reach the first, Her smile.., another preparing to
burst.
The time the tears took, to travel his face,
was an eternity, in which, he faced the worst.