The Observer - a photo journal

18/52 | 2010-05-03 |

I wrote the following poem during the last class that I failed. I never passed that class, by the way.

Dunceville

Dark misunderstanding forest
of Ignorance.
Purple bruises of thought

Gone for not.
Your gray matter is not quick

Enough.
Dunceville,

Down the road,
The road often taken

By those who donít "Get it."
Crimson falls wash over the rocks

of Complex Fractions.
Ah, forget it!

Fire engine red madness flows down
the canal of gray.

With tales of great Pythagoras
in his infinite cruelty,

creating this place where so many
are lost.

The distant right angle hills,
A square plus B square steps taken

On the Road.
There will be no joy in Dunceville tonight,

Mighty Casey will strike out.

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