Thursday, March 31, 2011

How to Spot a Douchebag


In a public place
Hear a juvenile joke.
Spot a guy
That has an audience.

At a stoplight
Spot a sports car.
See it speed off
To the next red light.

At a sporting event
See a guy screaming alone
And watch the beer vendors
As they continue to serve him.

When at a store
Hear a radio turned up.
See who did it
And notice the Bluetooth.

Read this poem
Notice the self-righteousness
Evident in it
And see who wrote it.

Boys State- Hell


Ring, ring, 7 A.M.
Hit the shower
Waddle to the lawn
Where boot camp takes place.

Time for calisthenics.
Do a pushup.
“Again!” Satan shouts eternally.
As you think unconscionable thoughts.

Never leave campus.
For if you do
The Egyptian Plagues
Will be unleashed.

Wander as you dare.
For expect to be interrogated
By one of the minions
On a power trip.


Oh, you up at 11 P.M.?
Want to read?
Well you can’t
For the lights must be off!

Meet your nice old advisor.
He surely must be Jesus
After he died on Earth
And descended into Hell.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Pretzels

Holiday pretzels are abound
Shaped like Christmas trees
The maze starts at the bottom
Or maybe it starts at the top
Alternating paths
With some potholes in between
If you conquer the maze
There is no reward for you


The roads of Arlington
Are shaped as a pretzel
Twists and turns are abound
With some protrusions in between

13 Ways poem locations

Well, I'll admit, I didn't actually read the poems. I read about half of each. Mostly, I treated them as a scavenger hunt and a chance to escape the classroom. Somehow, it always feels more liberating to walk in an empty hallway when everyone else is having class.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

13 Ways of Looking at an Elevator

13 Ways of Looking at an Elevator
By Dan Crisler

I
Among four possible floors
The only floor I need
Is floor number three.

II
It consisted of five stops
Like a train
For which there are five groups.

III
Doors closed at the push of a button.
It is a large annoyance to those
Left behind.

IV
The stairs and an escalator
Are one.
The stairs and an escalator and an elevator
Are one.

V
I know which to prefer
Efficiency of a motor
Or inefficiency of steps
Elevator churning
Or motoring.

VI
Steel filled the doorframe
With hardly a smidgen
The position graphic above
Increased, stopped, and decreased.
That button
It ever glows
Waiting to go off.

VII
O dear elevator of Beadle Hall
Why are you ever so slow?
Do you not know it is 10 o’ clock,
Which will detract
Two points from Slytherin?



VIII
I know of healthy exercise
And repetitive, burning steps
But I know, too,
The value of conserving energy
For my well-being.

IX
When the graphic read number three,
It prompted a sigh
From many bottom-dwellers.

X
At the sight of fluorescent
Bouncing off beige walls,
Even those most pessimistic
Would cry out in joy.

XI
He rode past the lower floors
In a steel box
Once, a force applied to him
In which he mistook
Being pulled down
When he was actually going up.

XII
That motor is running,
The elevator must be working.

XIII
It is a gloomy feeling
Going up
For it is admitting
That class
Is approaching.




Thursday, March 17, 2011

Limerick

There once was a beast whose name was Pat
He was known as a calico cat
He was chasing a ball
And made master fall
Now he is worn as a three-cornered hat

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Selected Words poem (Home)


Nouns- coyotes, upgrades, city-slicker, home
Verbs- swamped, blurred, compete
Adverb- meticulously, quickly, brutally
Adjective- underground, eccentric, dramatic
Interjection- ka-bang!
Home
By Dan Crisler
Home
Where the coyotes live
Selfish, greedy, needy
Coyotes

But meticulous
When they spot upgrades
Be it clothes, food, or luxuries
Nothing goes unnoticed
Every man for himself

Quickly
They pounce
Tussle, scratch, brutalize
Each other
Compete
For best position
Brutal dramatics unfold

Ka-bang!
Goes the metal pot against a skull
One lies in a heap
The others
Swamp to where he once was

Another seizes an opportunity
Blurred past the others
And seized the ultimate prize
A ring
Belonging to an eccentric city-slicker

The others gave chase
But alas
It was not to be
For the chosen one fled
To the underground
Where no one can find him

This is
Home

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Spring/Shoes/bubbles

Stomp, stomp, stomp
Go the feet with protective covering
Covering made by corporations.


Warm, sunshine, baseball
Winter recedes
Happy days abound
Bats go a crackin'
leaves a growin'





Little pieces of water floating in the air
Blowing away without a care.
Up it goes
Then it blows
Moods get low

Cats

Laying there, useless
Receptive to a hand stroking it.
It emits a low "purrrr."
When it's done, it bites
with razor sharp pointers.
Then it introduces talons
that hook.
Evil bastard.