We shove elephants from our thoughts
And convince ourselves to stay present.
Our flute blown laughter disrupts the class,
But we don’t notice.
With our twitters ringing in our ears,
We’re floating
And we’re gone.
But we can’t
Just
We shove elephants from our thoughts again
And convince ourselves to stay present.
But I’m scribbling again
Filling the margins with words
That have nothing to do with the present.
The blackboard is a mess
Of chalk fumes and diagrams.
With our webbed hands,
We try to throw our brains to the front of the room,
Hoping something will stick.
We leave with vague concepts playing themselves on repeat
And hope we know enough to get through.
YOU ARE READING
Cityscape
PoetryA collection of poems written in the city. Written for city folk who don't quite belong. And for everyone else who fall in between the cracks of 'here' and 'there.'
