Film Class by Laurie Molloy
Long dreadful film class
sore shoulder leaning on a tiny seat, too small
a smelly dork sits next to me
starts a boring conversation asking
about something he already knows
want to move away
feel stuck, nowhere to go,
slowly place my sweater on the floor
try not to drip with heat as I
try to catch a glimpse of the sunlight
to enliven my day, brighten my spirit
and lighten the mood
would rather be home
ready to fall asleep
dark, smelly guy, sleeping people
much to much.
No comments:
Post a Comment