9.17.2010

hardwick

staying on campus to study
holed up in a classroom
$2.99 pizza and a michelob forty

commerce
privacy
equal protection

distracted, predictably
by the redolence of your hair
and the allure of the cold, hard table

classroom after classroom
i learned to advocate
i never sought habeas corpus

i studied you.
Posted by Marian at 9:29 PM
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18 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2010 at 2:04 AM

    redolence... god you're words are FOXY.

    i studied you.

    yes.

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  2. MarianSeptember 18, 2010 at 10:53 AM

    lick away, people.

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  3. AdrienneSeptember 18, 2010 at 3:02 PM

    Wow.

    Damn.

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  4. MarianSeptember 18, 2010 at 9:26 PM

    damn is just about right.
    xo to you, Adrienne.

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  5. BubbaJanuary 12, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    Michelob forty? Wow, does THAT brings back memories! (Well, some of them anyways - LOL!)

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 9:44 PM

    hmmmm I dig!!! :)

    Happy potluck!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  7. CarlJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    Good solid Potluck! If studying privacy, I need a lot more than a 40.

    I like "i studied you"

    How does the cold, hard table have allure? I am going to be thinking of that all week.

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  8. Linda Bob Grifins Brin KorbetisJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    awesome..

    A++

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  9. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    Interesting!

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2011 at 12:09 AM

    Like it!

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  11. Caribbean FoolJanuary 24, 2011 at 2:05 AM

    Out of this world friggin' fantastic. Not a single word wasted and no stone left unturned. Reads with that distracted confidence so admirable in good poetry. Very much enjoyed reading.

    crb.

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  12. MarianJanuary 24, 2011 at 7:02 AM

    thank you! yay! carl, use your imagination.

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  13. dakshiJanuary 24, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    so witty...

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  14. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2011 at 9:43 AM

    Oooh, slightly stalkerish..but not meant to be I expect. I hate guys who sit behind me in a lecture and study me not the lecturerer, I can feel their eyes!
    Like your poem, short and neat, and a bit creepy maybe...

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/dark-teen/

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  15. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2011 at 9:46 AM

    Ahh the joys of studying and finding love. Well said!

    Here's my potluck entry
    http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/searching/

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  16. MarianJanuary 24, 2011 at 10:13 AM

    ha. stalkerish! love it.
    also, this is part of a longer story written in poems, check it out: http://www.runawaysentence.com/p/destined.html

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  17. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    nice write! here's my potluck for this week: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/here-for-you/

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  18. Linda Bob Grifins Brin KorbetisFebruary 3, 2011 at 6:51 PM

    Greetings…

    Please help visit a few poets 2 wish them happy birthdays, Thanks!

    Your contribution to our community is highly valued!
    Keep up the excellence!
    Cheers!

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