A collection of five poems for a college level class I took in 2010 by Nathan Tomer

Almost I am the donkey one straw from a broken back. I am the last thought of a frog in slowly boiling water. I am the king one move from being checkmated. I am the failing grip on one last inch of rope. I am the stress holding back the balloon as it is overinflated, and balanced on a pin. I am so close to just stopping, but don't.

Feeble Brained Those ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain like this one, or that one, production's bane. They're bouncing around to get in my way, clogging up the works hope they'll go away. I should concentrate on the task at hand, oh no another one about to land. Its just this one more that will inundate the focus that's left in my w o n e r i n g d s t a t e.

So quickly write it down upon the page, and hope it stays there in it's blue lined cage.

[Life1 is2 (good)3]4 1 : That part which involves not doing homework 2 : especially now, with the magazine covering the Macbook screen 3 : hidden from view, I would assume it says good but it's entirely possible its says Short or Cookies 4 : On the otherwise plain t-shirt, as he is slumped behind the magazine covered screen, hiding for a moment from homework assignments, papers, and practice : Entitled: Master Poet's Collected Narratives CRISIS : better than homework

I Hungered Once Hungered for children that would love and grow, so I created in their perfect world, my image. Fenced in from their own despairs, innocent, but children are curious. They wondered beyond my fence, my garden, hungry for knowledge of the world. And in their gluttony I was forgotten. The planet was a vast open place, where they sought to fill themselves. There was not enough. With their world consumed their hunger turned to me, but my children will not grow up, nor come home. And in their hunger for me, a hunger insatiable, they consume themselves. I hungered once for children that would grow and love. And now I hunger once more.

To The Future
To the future: Dont drink the milk. Its bad, contaminated with hormones, antibiotics, and pesticides and by now very, very old. To the future: Hope you can read this, because there are 10,000 tones of radioactive waste 40 Miles Northso dont go North To the future: Sorry about the mess. To the future: Upon invention of a time-machine please send back $100,000 and the bracket for March 2011. Proceeds go towards solving all of your problems. To the future: Find below all knowledge necessary to rebuild society: L d L =0 q dt q E = 1 0

=H E
F x=m x
P ( s )=exp ( s / )/ exp ( s / )
s

E =

B t B =0 E t

B = 0 J + 0 0

To the future: Dear alien/insectoid/cybernetic overlords, I am sorry for any transgressions our descendants may commit against you. They know not what they do. To the future: What gives? Stop ruining the present.