Posted in Rituals


Physical chemistry, interesting to some I guess
compulsory for the rest
regulations, thou shalt have
labs: tedious measure of arcane indices.
Thank God  Chris, classmate extraordinaire,
knew someone from a couple years ago
they weren’t imaginative enough to change the practicals.
Smug, complacent, self-congratulating non-learners.
One day –
“so, who’s got the book this week?”
Our secret – how does an old conformist like him know?
Sigh –
“ I was a student myself once
and the book
one was making the rounds when Archimedes was a freshman.”



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.