profs say the darndest things

Suicide is GORGEOUS.
"irregardless" (Should someone tell her that's not a word?)
This rubber glove is my buddy, i'm taking him out for a drink later. 
Hey, that's from my prom dress that I never got to wear! 
They wouldn't let me on the plane because I was part of an atheist organization.
(Handing out $100 bills) So, we'll be doing class evaluations next...please take this...
They're playing flutes, which symbolizes something sexual (getting flustered) well you all know what I mean.
You have to make the other children understand, so they won't wonder why that little girl's out there eating the woodchips on the playground.
Your favorite thing to do is play with your truck. His favorite thing is to roll back and forth on the floor.
An artist's life isn't too bad, you just don't buy the good bologna at wegmans
I don't really want to teach any more. You can go home.

the blue last two (weeks)

lying in my bed, on my right side
my fist curled, just above my head
fingertips touch the pillow
my left eye is open
staring up
a dead white eye
for a dead white sky
it doesn't have to move, just like I
lie still
but it does
sliding across the expanse
caught by bare little trees.

villanelle, first attempt.

It's wrong, but i like free verse better!

As Darkness Falls, A Mad Girl’s Lullaby

Swiftly, softly, stop your weeping
Look around: the world’s entrails are opened clear
To breathe again this bright fresh air

Even though the torrent fails
To wash our streets clean and white—it’s time
Swiftly, softly, stop your weeping

As darkness falls now, stars appear
Over the hills the sun dips to drink
To breathe again this bright fresh air.

Walk with me, take my hand
Even though I dreamed you dear
Swiftly, softly, stop your weeping.

You are as solid as the moonbeams
That bathe my face, I beg you, kiss me and
Swiftly, softly, stop your weeping
To breathe again this bright fresh air.