Vilanelle

I have this dream of going Ivy League

Walking amongst the high of society

But it is a fad never meant to be.

This state; it seems like I will never leave.

Never able to achieve prosperity

I have this dream of going Ivy League.

The Upper-West Side, something I’ll never see.

Useless street names learned to their final T.

But is a fad never meant to be.

As for success, seems I won’t find the key.

Finances seem to be tough to agree.

I have this dream of going Ivy League.

To Columbia University

I was excited for the big city

But it is a fad never meant to be.

Going to KU is now what I foresee.

The Kansas haven of local artsies

I have this dream of going Ivy League.

But it is a fad never meant to be.

Sonnet For John

The feeling is incomparable

The rough texture of fiberglass under my feet

The heeling and swaying of the vessel

The beat of the sail against the boom

But sometimes it can be cold and heartless

Thunderheads rising in the western skies

Menacing and bold against other clouds

Wising up the saltiest of sea dogs

But even at the sky’s darkest hour

Even in the roughest chop of the sea

Even in the beady eye of the storm

Or the wind’s final and brilliant puff

I know you’ll be there, like blood in my heart

Forever beside me; being my Bud.