Wednesday, August 25, 2010

classroom

creaking hinges
subtle twinges
set your books all in a row.
tapping fingers
silence lingers
feed me knowledge; watch me grow.
notebooks open
all so roped in
teacher, teach me something new.
motivated
captivated
everything you say is true.
-it is, isn't it? surely.

fixings

realization
complication
trepidation

stop. this.

desperation
hesitation
mutilation

with. this.

motivation
inspiration
celebration

oh, professor

droplets of moisture on his raised brow
sparkling eyes admire the rushing water
over hard black stone
and he's alone
stranded at the peek of humanity
the younger, fresher something new
sitting in his throne
and he's alone.

world spinning backward

brilliant is irrelevancy in this dark world
brilliant, she whispered
irrelevant, he heard

potential is ineptitude coated with grace
potential, they shouted
but only to his face

marvel is looking without paying attention
marvel they did
at whatever he'd mention

Sunday, August 15, 2010

braggadocio

Now my high horse is dead;
you shot him in the head.
My pretense came tumbling down.
It's the price that I pay
For the games that I play.
Now all I can do is bow down.