enriched sociology.the allure that 5th hourenriched sociology. by leastlikelyautocrat
lectures provide is the minds erratic wandering;
every polite student becomes a forced isolationist
robotically copying points from a battered projector
the dusty lighting makes red hair comes off as a rustic orange
like tree flesh after a downpour
and this boy has locks and locks of it
the view from the back row is blurry
ergo interest is compiled on the motes of
freckles that dust across his nose like
cinnamon over a vanilla cake
an orator rambles on battling the sound waves with a four level fan
& the incessant droning oddly lulls impolite eyelashes to kiss
the cusp between desk and cheekbones
an easy trade cum indifference
the white glow of technology fits his face
eyes watching his eyes read the screen,
the only thing keeping my attention.
passively tenacious.i have no desire to dissect you like 3 eyedpassively tenacious. by leastlikelyautocrat
frogs or stillborn piglets,
nor understand you like people these days try to understand themselves
i would just like a piece of your mind to call
my own, warm with the fuzzy feelings that
p r o j e c t
in the popcorn littered theatre lobby
after leaving alone
because venus knows
you live in my mind like an
ode to a comb.ode to a comb. by leastlikelyautocrat
i must admit, i have neglected you quite a bit
cutting my hair short and curling it
and still now, i sometimes forget and
run my fingers through as if they could replace
the justice you did to my unruly locks.
these days, without you, i run about with a bird's nest atop my head,
those with the prim coiffures sniff at my matted tresses and
consider me a slovenly bum, at best.
if only i could find you.
i dare not replace you,
for i have
and saw the meek selection of your kind,
i need you back, i can change my hair-
we can put a curve into it together
like the right cut dress puts shape on a horizontal woman
together we can untangle the kinks as fishermen do their wires
if i could have you back into my hands, we could part
(my bangs) like testy lovers at daybreak.
if only i could find you, i promise i'd use you.
i'd even pick the dead hair from your teeth
after we conquer the uncivilized world that is my head.