inside of a bowling ball

Inside a bowling ball


It's dark in here
and tight.
Everything echoes,
sounds reverberating side
to side
to side
against the dull thud of
something that might be
a heartbeat
but who knows?
Slogging through what
passes for air
my lungs trudge on
seek solace
desire for one second
a cool
reminder of
a cool
echo of
empty moments now lost
but settle for this
throbbing
haze.
It might not be so bad
if the room would
stop spinning
or if the pins
would ever
fall
but no
i'm left here
alone
in the gutter
as usual.

I feel like crap.  For the first time this year I am leaving immediately after school and going to bed.  Maybe I'll feel better later.  I hope.

Meanwhile...

E3H and E2CP: It's Reading Workshops tomorrow!!!  Bring your books!  If you are checking out one of the library books, do so in advance!!!  Come to class with the slip that shows that you have checked it over to yourself and I will give it to you.  If you'd like one of mine, just let me know when you get here.  But if you're bringing your own, have it with you: don't show up empty-handed.


CW: Weekend prompt is the "After Art" piece.  Choose a painting by a famous artist and respond to it in a poem (in any format).  Include a color printout of the painting with the poem for all conferences.