Page 2 of 3 with old poems on it. I threw probably 2 out of 3 of them away. So I'm torn - while I don't think my poetry was very consistently good, I was prolific.
Breakfast Of Champions
This is from when I worked at the newspaper. No special meaning - just liked the imagery.
48 Hours
For some reason, I stayed up for 48 hours straight. I had to, but I don't remember why.
Untitled III
From the same time as the poem above.
Daylight Savings Time
I like the idea of 24 hours passing but the time being different than it was the day before.
Fog
Not much to say. Not bad, not the best.
Sometimes
This is a problem I have - I love music A LOT. And I really do attach memory and significance to specific songs. Sometimes it works in my favor, sometimes it doesn't.
Cadeaux
I like this poem, although I wish I hadn't been into typing things in all lower case letters. I don't know if I was pretending to be e.e.cummings or what.
