"The most important piece of technology in any classroom is the second hand of the clock. The purpose is to teach millions of students the identical prayer: Please God, make it move faster."  

Derrick Jensen

When you feel the urge
to shatter out your brains
to have no thoughts
what shall you do?
When you feel like
wanting to splash
your heart
over the walls
so that you will become
only a heartless
mass of bones
and muscles
covered by callous skin?
What do you do when
you just want to
lay down
in a dug deep hole
turning your back
to the starless sky?
To the ones you love
to the ones you know
to the ones you don't know
and more
than anything else
to own self ?!?
-WRITE!
Write of those
letters
crawling up on you
one after another
ailing and queasy
endure
breathe slow
on the belly
place your hands
Both!
let letters arrive to your neck
from there pass them
through your throat
forming into words,
Shout them out
as loud as you can
then,  with full force,
Crush!
That!
Pen!

It's dark, but not scary
The kind of dark that is comfortable
There is no evil here
Down the Rabbitt hole

I hear children's laughter
It sounds light and playful
How I long to laugh with them
Down the Rabbitt hole

But I am not a child anymore
So I can't go down and play
I have to stay up above and do what I must
Why do you taunt me, Rabbitt hole?

My blood boils
Why can't I go laugh and play?
Why do I have to do what I must?
I want to go down the Rabbitt hole

I close my eyes....will myself there
What's the harm in taking a peak?
The laughter is louder, but still I don't see them
And there....yes, there... the Rabbitt hole

But an obstacle stands in my way
Blocking my path
Keeping me to the things that I must
The Rabbitt stands, guarding his post

I try to sneak past but to no avail
I lie, quite deceitfully as deceit may go
I try to force my way through, but to the same
Why can't I go into the Rabbitt hole?

The Rabbitt stops me every time
Frustrated, I cry "Why won't you let me in?"
The Rabbitt stays still, says nothing at all
Not a glance, not a whisper he even heard me

" Those who have learned to lie,"
What a booming voice!
"...who have lost what makes them innocent,
those people do not belong in the Rabbitt hole"

A cry escapes me that I have not heard since I was small
I understand, I must do what I must.
So I turn my back on the Rabbitt hole
And go do what I must

The giggling grows louder, not softer as I walk
Confused, I turn.
A little figure peeks her head out.
"Do you want to play?" she giggles shyly.

"I can't go into the Rabbitt hole"
I look at her curiously. What a strange girl.
"That's okay, we can play out here."
I hadn't even thought of that....

"Okay."

Spring**

How many sticky buds, candle ends
sprout from the branches! Steaming
April. Puberty sweats from the park,
and the forest’s blatantly gleaming.

A noose of feathered throats grips
the wood’s larynx, a lassoed steer,
netted, like a gladiatorial *****,
it groans steel-piped sonatas here.

Poetry! Be a Greek sponge with suckers,
among green stickiness drenched,
I’ll consent, by the sopping wood
of a green-stained garden bench.

Grow sumptuous pleats and flounces,
**** up the gullies and clouds,
Poetry, tonight, I’ll squeeze you out
to make the parched sheets flower.