The snow melts to reveal sad assortments of garbage
Strewn along the sidewalks like a ***** bricolage
The geese occupy our emptying quad
Each is a blessed sign from your god
The early bird rises far before the dawn
Bragging in bird-tongue about his perfect lawn
Global warming shows its ugly face
And the weather becomes a temperamental disgrace
Moving trucks and vans headed toward the interchange
Each summer my peers look forward to happy change
To work or not to work, that is the question
But often work is more than just a suggestion
April is the time of transitions
The time of decisions
Move from brain to body
From student to entry-level nobody
It’s nice work if you can get it
But every year I forget it
Wait until the last minute
Get hired just in time to quit
Exams and singing
Farewells and resume printing
Interviews and bargaining
All these things remind me of spring
Longing glances across the fluorescent lights of the store
I long with everything I have for him to cross the floor
Every year we interact but nothing more
But every year I hope the power goes out so I can be his *****
Well, roll up your sleeves
It’s time to produce!
Five months away from the tuition-grabbing thieves
So there’s absolutely no excuse!
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
The snow melts to reveal sad assortments of garbage
Strewn along the sidewalks like a ***** bricolage
The geese occupy our emptying quad
Each is a blessed sign from your god
The early bird rises far before the dawn
Bragging in bird-tongue about his perfect lawn
Global warming shows its ugly face
And the weather becomes a temperamental disgrace
Moving trucks and vans headed toward the interchange
Each summer my peers look forward to happy change
To work or not to work, that is the question
But often work is more than just a suggestion
April is the time of transitions
The time of decisions
Move from brain to body
From student to entry-level nobody
It’s nice work if you can get it
But every year I forget it
Wait until the last minute
Get hired just in time to quit
Exams and singing
Farewells and resume printing
Interviews and bargaining
All these things remind me of spring
Longing glances across the fluorescent lights of the store
I long with everything I have for him to cross the floor
Every year we interact but nothing more
But every year I hope the power goes out so I can be his *****
Well, roll up your sleeves
It’s time to produce!
Five months away from the tuition-grabbing thieves
So there’s absolutely no excuse!