Random Poetry

It's totally random and so bad, but it was hella fun to write, so I figured I'd post it. Wrote this today in Poetry class--we had to come up with our very own form.

See if you can guess:


Dog running with wind
follows scent, fox runs,
fox and Dog
in eternal chase of scent and sense,
unforgiving is Dog, and wily is fox,
this is how it is, how is it this?
Fox is wily and Dog is unforgiving
sense and scent of chase eternal in Dog,
and fox runs, fox scent follows
wind with running Dog.

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Haven't figured it out yet?

It's a palindrome. Or palinpoem (ooooh, you see what I did there?? Yeah, whaaat?), except with words instead of letters. Pretty much, it reads the same backwards.

Yeah, I know, what the FUCK was I thinking? As if I could write a decent palinpoem in the ten minutes they gave us. If I had maybe a month I could get a nice one out. That one reads like something on acid. But at least it reads the same backwards, so that's pretty neat I suppose.

Turkey Day is on the advent...is that the right use of that word?...and I haven't started packing yet, oh well. Went to the doctor's--erm, the health center--today and got a three month scrip for my drugs, so that's good. Julie and I have finished Avatar which rocks the planet, just so's you know, and now have not much to do, at least in the way of TV shows. Though Jules is psychotically busy and I fear for her brain. Her brain is nice and thinks up nice things. And I wouldn't want any on me.

It's been all foggy and rainy and ick here, and tonight was International Food Night at the food place, and all was very tasty, despite waiting in a line for 20 minutes for my damn crepe. And finding out too late that what I thought was baklava was really "pumpkin pastry" or something.

My P-Arg teacher is indeed alive and apparently not going to die, though what's wrong with him we still don't know.

And life goes on.