Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Another poem I wrote in class...

In Class Today

My professor bounces back from
chalkboard to desk
never letting my mind rest
as persistant questions storm the
bridge of time with broomsticks.
Mudpie Walls fortify our notecard city
we pick the leaves to make a wreath
of flowers we cannot grow or name.
You go on, shoving definitions down
the throat of my small brain.
I cannot take it. I cannot know anymore
without understanding.
I cannot pile up my mind with half
comprehensions of misty dreams
you must stop bouncing and teach me things.

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