By Patrick Doyle
Liberal Arts – English
At this very moment I am stuck in the blizzard of 2015, Snowmageddon. All my essentials are met (cigarettes, instant coffee, english muffins) and I have spent the majority of this storm in solitude. My dad does snow removal for his job. I found a bunch of storm candles in case the power goes out. They sound like a weird cologne, Storm Candle by Yankee Candle. How was/is your Snowmageddon?

Predisposed

Boys will be Boys
and
Girls will be Girls
but both of these
are the same thing,
so shut up.

Morning Poem

I woke up the next morning
and when my eyes
opened all I saw
were things that reminded
me of you, so I shut them.

Interactive Poetry Performance

The inside of my head
is a television set
and sometimes the
signal cuts out
like when a whole field
of tall grass sways and then
suddenly stops.
Every other human on the planet
has the remote control to my
head and flips channels
while I walk. I get electrical
shock currents through my spine
and I jolt, freezing and thawing
within a matter of seconds
until it’s over for now.
We’ll be back with another
Special News Bulletin
of my stupid brain
after this.
The reader then pretends to be shocked after this last line.