Look deeply into the Lizard Man's eyes. They are laser eyes, but you should still look deeply.

I have made it some sort of personal goal to never post any content on here that I write in class, therefore, I consider class work to be like sketches in a sketch book, and these poems here are more like inked drawings. There's still no color yet, but they are more complete than the in-class assignments which are just to give me good poem practice. If I might say one thing, it would be that I honestly enjoy writing poetry now, so, when I go back to heavy prose, it will feel strange and I am certain that I will be a different writer on the other side. Since you have better things to do than read about my personal life, I'll drop a poem for you dudes and dudettes out there in Non-David land.

Fak-shalaak-Quack!
By: David Mathis

The drop of a stone sets the wind blowing in a circuitous motion for a span of time

However, the span of time is undefined and the level of circuitousness is never measured.

MEGAHORN blares a message in red ink that sits out in the rain for too long--

the words are now splotchy and illegible as they sluggishly bore through the air.

Wrestle the dog with sterile talons that glint brightly in the light of the interrogation room.

When you are done, kindly place the bag on the counter top and an associate will dispose of it.

Tangerines make wonderful snacks if only you store them in your cheeks for winter,

only, sometimes they ferment and taste like rotten fruit. Give that to the flies.

THE END