Monday, November 21, 2005


On the theatre floor, safe from disgrace,
anonymous vomit flows.
And backstage, Hamlet stares into space
while he picks his nose.

(written in disgust at the state of my community kitchen that students have abused till it smells like a dead dog.)


wendigo said...

see if i ever have coffee there with you again.

Ink Spill said...

There is a new electric kettle in my room and I have bourbon biscuits. And good music...

la la lalala

you're no longer welcome.

tra la lalala

david raphael israel said...

In the discotheque, clad in lace,
anonymous twirls a jig,
and backstage, with insouciant grace,
Hamlet downs a swig.

(liked your rhyme so much, had to ripo..-- I mean, emulate it)