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POET SCHOOL POEMS AROUND THE CIRCLE © 2004 Jordan Margolis From the fort-like BSB to the pier in CCC trek the UICC students everyday From way down south at PEB up to big A1 LC you can see them as they bustle on their way On nice days you'll find a quorum out relaxing on the forum as they scrutinize all those below who pass But when they hear the school bell chime they make haste to be on time and then thousands cross 'ol Morgan Street en masse Everyday it seems I'm told that the campus is as cold as a witch's...heart (deleted: naughty noun) But you gotta have respect for the gutsy architect who dared build the UH Building up-side-down Whether by car or CTA each student rides towards a BA and once attained, they'll all go on to meet their fate With diplomas they will go but they still won't ever know what it was that made the Circle Hall so Great. PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION FINALS © 2004 Jordan Margolis I hate 'em. hybernation;retreat from the worldhaven't read the paper in a week well, gotta concentrate on my own problems for awhile, I know, sure, that's what I'll do, watch Walter Cronkite while I take my dinner break. Friends ' I'll call you when it's all over Oh yeah, we'll party, man, we will do some serious partying! No Mom, can't make it; I've got two full courses left to outline, I'm sorry, I know everybody's gonna be there, but I can't make it. Boy, when this is over ' look out world. Sleep, all I want is sleep, better make another pot of coffee THIS STUFF IS RIDICULOUS! AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT? med students DO have it easy ' just memorizing, no analyzingcan't keep my eyes open... maybe just a nap get some coffee ' euuuiu...coffee my insides are churningmy bowels are yearningNO MORE COFFEESex? She wants sex. I'm turning down sex... to study, talk about your horns of a dilemma Jesus, this can't be worth it; nothing is worth this isolation. I could drive a bus and come home, no homework, drink a beer, watch TV guiltlessly. I can't take it. I'm going stir-crazy I can't read this outline again (re-discovering everything in my apartment, check out that dust, and those dishes) After finals, I'll take care of it, After finals, I'll take care of everything especially myself. (Look at those kids outside ' carefree. That new snow is beautiful, so soft) I wanna be a kid again I wanna play in the snow (Oh wow, look at that sunset) forget the books, look at that sunset, it's gorgeous all those colors and the cloud formulations are fantastic. Professors, you can take away my freedom you can take away my sex lifeyou can take away my gustobut you can never keep me from enjoying nature.And just think, I have a lifetime ahead of me to enjoy that sky. So, take a breath kid, relax awhile actually, there is nothing to worry about after all, you can only do your best no matter how well the gunners do and this studying should only be the worst thing that ever happens to ya It's a game kid, and it's gonna end soon Bookin. . . and I'm expectin everybody to pamper me and sympathize when there are some people out there with REAL problems Final ... suck but when I see that sunset... They just can't keep me down. PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION CAVEAT LAWYER © 2004 Jordan Margolis Lost my friends, wouldn't ya know saw them bout three years ago when I started with the briefcase and Cross pens Put them on hold, don't ya see till I got that ol' JD but one degree don't keep you warm when it gets cold. Lost my folks, you understand, spending their last fifteen grand highlighting caselaw 'tween martinis, beers and tokes Treated them rough, you can tell they couldn't distinguish facts that well ' We don't learn compassion with that legal stuff Lost myself that damn first year, what I'll become still isn't clear but that diploma's off the wall and on the shelf I need some time, don't you agree, to savor friends and family, for they're the people who can make you feel sublime. PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION THE CORNER © 2004 Jordan Margolis Two friends still kids but distinctive One - husky, athletic, personable and that's allThe Other - skinny, awkward, but bright and quick-wittedThey were always together Everybody said so school, movies, in the playground all around the neighborhood inseparable They would meet at The Corner They knew all about each other everything they could imitate one another perfectly every look, every move, every twitch Each copied the other's mannerisms: One nibbled on the insides of his mouth and blew his nose with three short blasts The Other scraped his teeth on his fork when he ate, and wiped the corners of his mouth incessantly When they walked home from school it was always the same way past the same houses, apartment buildings and empty lots until they parted at The Corner and continued, separately, to their different families On weekends, they'd take turns sleeping over under forts built with blankets and chairs Mondays brought school again and the walk home, together until The Corner, then each would walk alone in different directions seeing sights more familiar to each scenes belonging to each's own world Home - the smells, the colors, the space Mom - her voice, her temperament, her discipline Dad - his tone, his routine, his looks Then one day, as they approached The Corner, THE IDEA struck them both simultaneously and, at The Corner, instead of splitting off in their respective directions they stopped, looked at each other smiled and nodded Then One walked off toward The Other's home and vice versa Nobody noticed the change Nobody ever discovered and eventually even the two friends forgot who was who PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION |
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