University of California at Berkeley - The Blue and Gold Yearbook

“Scott White (Cole Slaw) Senior English The Pogo-stick Brigade The Pogo-stick Brigade Was used to great effect In the War of Lemonade And the privilege to erect Their own concession stands Was won by the side of truth As well as spacious lands To support each yellow — Cole Slaw To Leslie Moon I feel the fear of a moth that passes much too near a candle, drawn as to the Moon by an instinct for night time flight navigating by that light. The candle, no false moon, a warmer closer flame, it feels the moth ' s quick dips and turns, its flight excites the air, the flame jumps; kinetic, alive. Joy is in the flame ' s quick dance, responding to the close beat of the moth ' s dark wings Too close! the moth is singed the mad flutter of its burning wings a tiny hurricane, a squall to snuff the flame its hiss is sharp and quickly gone the candle dies, blown out the moth dies trapped in cooling wax the air is still blue smoke, a static spiral rises I, a moth am guided by the Moon, warmed by you as by a flame, burn me, warn me before I pass too close hiss softly if I bask too long and turn a curling brown — Cole Slaw Declaring a Major James: My feet tread the shores of the sky My eyes sail its abyss Warm islands covet my glance I am restored by this Roger: Bring me your wares I ' ll sell them for profit Show me your soul I ' ll make money off it James: My soul is my own It ' s not to be sold Chuck: What is your number? Do you have a phone? Say, she ' s a hot number, Something to home Roger: I often wonder why she dresses like that I wish she would talk to me, then take me home A palace of repression made of cardboard and needles It brings me grovelling, ill at her heels Allan: Man, you ' re fucked up It ' s nonsense to me I know her brother We ' ve been friends since age three I thi nk she ' s a lawyer Or so she studies to be James: My feet tread the shores ... Allan: You said that before Don ' t say it no more James: I ' m sorry to bother you with my weak attempt To bring some rhythm and rhyme to events My words radiate from a prismatic intellect A conduit of wavelengths in a poetic dialect Allan: You ' re falling apart You rhyme at the seams Your ear is atrocious I ' m stifling screams Cole Slaw ”