when I get home from school, I eat some cauliflower as slowly as I can,
then gather my studying tools (a pen and a pad, and the notes that were from class);
I take a moment to pee and then wash my hands if only to procrastinate it,
cuz I can’t pretend this political homework has me even
remotely fascinated;
you might notice the lack of interest in my eyes that are vacant holes,
cuz it’s always back to the basics, but the black and white takes
always blow,
and I honestly hate it; I
know that I’m supposed to be focused,
but I’ve been re-reading the same sentence for more than a few moments,
cuz my thoughts have been swiftly swooping like a swarm of locusts,
or undiagnosed A.D.D. that has desperately begged to be noticed,
and then prescribed pills that promised within the first day you’d be creating an opus,
or mix up frogs and other gross objects into a magical potion…
but all of it’s bogus, and I realize that I’m lost in my thoughts,
I’m so distractable, and I’m sure it’s gonna cost me a lot…
I've got a tall problem to solve, an essay to write, with only a couple of days,
but I’ll be god
damned if I take the time while I'm wandering this mental maze,
the lighting’s lame, the walls are blank, the aesthetic screams that grey matters…
then a study-bug scutters under my foot, and I smush it; a dozen more scatter.
“Hey, batter, batter!!”
now I’m wearing a glove and a ballcap and looking up to my subconscious floating above,
”Where’s the laughter, mad hatter?” Alice asks as she offers me some colourful drugs.
where
is the laughter, anyway? fuck, I could make things enjoyable no matter
how lame…
I lift my face from my hands and shake out the daydream, which quickly fades from my brain.
I was preparing to rest…; now I’m ready to resume reading this… nefarious text
cuz maybe I’m gonna learn to exhume bodies… when the town doesn’t properly bury their dead
or draw swords… with Italian wards and practice… parrying threats…
or become… such a powerful… mage the other wizards of yore... couldn’t compare me to them…
or maybe… I’ll just be a doctor like my parents had said…
and do… well enough that I… help keep my family barely in debt…
(yawn)... they patted my head before I’m carried to bed…