-Sleep
The darker shades of light glare down
On this alcove out of the way
This assortment of chairs that often ensnares
The Sleepy each coming day
I recall once that I once used
This lone corner as a base
To handle waiting for courses frustrating
In seclusion with plentiful space
Though the TV’s off and has been so
For as long as I can recently recall
Though Bumpers is silent from this distance
Even though it wasn’t last fall
This space still remains as a contradiction of sorts
Quietly active, yet loudly serene
Much like the light-dark of the lights dark above
There are two worlds here, if you know what I mean
“Where off to next?” is the question in mind
We still have quite some time left
A prop of some sort is what we’ll report
If we find something fuzzy to accept
But still I must say that the peace here is nice
It’s a far pleasant place late at night
For the bright morning hours where card games ensue
And are heard even from out of sight
-The Fuzz
Now at Bumpers are we, though it’s rather empty
Much more quiet than I can recall
Though to be perfectly fair, the Wii used to be there
Before it was broken last Fall
I suppose that this silence is due to compliance
To schedules that call all away
After all it is late and the busy have left
For their homes and their hearths on this day
The object of focus is off to my left
That stuffed bear I’ve often pondered
Though looking quite real, I can’t help but feel
That that oddity simply must have wandered
It seems out of place for such a fierce face
To take place in one place like here
Those who come this way seek only to play
With no interest in objects near
Though more stock is held in pursuits of arms
Over pursuits of hands due to screens
It may simply be the crowd that likes pursuits loud
I really can’t say what this means
The next focus seems like a focus for dreams
By which measure is “Quirky” decided?
Because by my scale, my own self would entail
An example for which I’m provided
-Wall
The next focus out here as we still persevere
(I wonder, have we lost our way?)
This that of the quirky or else something murky
From something a stranger would say
Though it seems they left upon seeing a crowd
Of silent specters watching him move
Without purpose clear, it would certainly appear
As if anywhere else would improve
I chose to perch here upon concrete wall
(I’d say it’s 6 foot or so?)
A change of perspective makes me more inflective
… I wonder next where we will go
-Library
The air’s getting colder as this day gets older
As we walk down the path further south
As words placed again feel known to my mouth
Perhaps my rhymes are made bolder
To be quite frank, I rarely come here
To dream among paper and text
I’m always headed to and fro with someplace to go
Some destination to aim for next
It’s oddly loud here with those vending machines
(And I find it odd we may consume)
And even if I knew it, I simply couldn’t do it
No food or drink is whay I assume
That’s 4 prompts explored, or maybe 5 in my case
Possibly 6, on second though
I suppose I can make seven if I were to return
With a vending machine snack I just bought
…
I’m back with a snack, as strange as it is
Fruit snacks make for one tasty treat
Quiero comer ahora, para un momento mas
Without further ado, Itadakimasu
-Jazz
It seems somewhat nostalgic to be sitting here
(I used to play jazz, don’t you know?)
Against what you’d bet, it was clarinet
At IA I used to play long ago
I can’t say I regret having shelved my old reeds
As I joked, “I lacked the hot air”
Needed to sustain the reedy refrain
And in truth, my heart wasn’t there
Still I can sometimes find some manner of thought
That encourages some alien beat
To take me by surprise when I improvise
Some alternative to tapping feet
The feeling resurges ad emerges as I kneel
In this orange-brown light darkened room
As an observer now, I am surprised to feel
The swing that still flows from that tune
-last
In this room to reflect, I don’t know what to expect
Especially upon this contraption
It’s like a swivel chair, but the desk is also there
And the wheels also spin from all action
We chose to introduce those who make up our group
After 5 places we have all shared
I suppose our focus has waned quite a bit
For some prompt that seems unprepared
We’ve fallen back to chatter to fill this last space
15 minutes remain in this time
Soon we’ll reconvene and converge at the scene
Where I began with this rhyme
These wandering words have found their place here
As my words start to cycle, mark for mark
For some idle whim, I’ve found this walk fun
As we started, Light fades to Dark.
