boring poems

[rv]

ode to a ceiling

white, white, white
not quite snow, rather
eggshell
off-colour

there is a water stain at the corner
how it got there, i don't know
the ceiling is slanted higher than this
the rain falls to the pavement
far from here
and we have no neighbours,
playing loud, dangerous music
while dancing with their angel feet

perhaps there are ghosts
living in the attic
shedding tears in lieu of feathers

[Arret Brown]

wall

my wall
is a wall
it consists of the materials
that are usually used
in the construction of a wall
such as wood
and drywall
and there is also air
and insulation
of some variety
and it is painted
painted white
it was once painted gray
but then I thought
white is better
so
I
repainted the wall

[_]

Sitting in a dull class
The
black
thin
featureless
minute
hand
of
the
standard-
issue
white-
backed
classroom
clock
on
the
equally
bland
cream
wall
moves
so
slow.

((I seriously wrote this in the margins of my notes one class period))

[rv]

metronome
the metronome ticks
then swings wildly to the side
after that it tocks

thermometer
check the numbers twice
it reads: minus five point zero
it is cold outside