The Left Column
At the Harvard Bookstore
     
  She had the voice of poems
  and her ha haa laugh 
   talking about a facebook hoax and sympathey
  induced by lies, oh the pitty pitty
      girl lieing to her dad on a high-holy day.

  And on the plane trip to far away (the
     magic land of her people) they
   fly away the international continental breakfast
   is the fineist.

  Loose or looser with your mind you
      flow away the flood of thoughts,
    to channel the driery deeper downs of
     basement park appartments, Summerville slumbers
 in a fog of war senerio  off in an
     NSA posey poison pill bill (it was really illegal)
  
  So now, sleep on that plane as you fly
      away to your land of rulling fuss.
  If you get another scholarship or not doesn't matter,
   the foundation will pay the rest.



If you don't get Art
You don't get Art.
Sculpture by John Barents, 
objects arrainged on 
a wooden cutting board.