Mannella
03/19/07, 02:59 AM
After the caffeine settled into my bloodstream,
And my haggard eyes
Settled into a showcase of weary reflections,
I drowned under another heavy afghan.
And on that morning,
The radio crackled and wheezed
And piles of tossed laundry
Flowed over my frayed blue carpet.
And finally, after what seems like months,
I found myself waking from under a blanket of snowy intention.
Because,
there was conviction behind my resolution:
A new declaration stitched in my cap of wool
covered in salt and pepper design,
a tweed impression of no sleep that night
as I wrote and wrote.
Intrinsic melody streaming as I exchanged the old routine.
Relaxing in the rain of my interpretation,
I made myself laugh so much.
The tears were flying onto the page
and staining every previous train of thought.
Waking from my imaginary delusion,
I realized that words on a page
wouldn't, couldn't heal an imaginary deviation.
Disappearing words escaping into the chilled air
I inserted my headphones
and boarded public transit.
I sat in the theater of academics
and waited for the professor,
who proceeded to scream into my ears
and wave his magic wand.
Sizzling innuendo
and nervous spasms of fake credibility.
Wave your wand at my statue.
(bastard)
Enough is enough, and darling,
it's time to say goodbye.
The snow on my face melted down my neck
after I slammed the door
and escaped that academic prison.
After all,
A statue has no place
in a university of dreams.
And my haggard eyes
Settled into a showcase of weary reflections,
I drowned under another heavy afghan.
And on that morning,
The radio crackled and wheezed
And piles of tossed laundry
Flowed over my frayed blue carpet.
And finally, after what seems like months,
I found myself waking from under a blanket of snowy intention.
Because,
there was conviction behind my resolution:
A new declaration stitched in my cap of wool
covered in salt and pepper design,
a tweed impression of no sleep that night
as I wrote and wrote.
Intrinsic melody streaming as I exchanged the old routine.
Relaxing in the rain of my interpretation,
I made myself laugh so much.
The tears were flying onto the page
and staining every previous train of thought.
Waking from my imaginary delusion,
I realized that words on a page
wouldn't, couldn't heal an imaginary deviation.
Disappearing words escaping into the chilled air
I inserted my headphones
and boarded public transit.
I sat in the theater of academics
and waited for the professor,
who proceeded to scream into my ears
and wave his magic wand.
Sizzling innuendo
and nervous spasms of fake credibility.
Wave your wand at my statue.
(bastard)
Enough is enough, and darling,
it's time to say goodbye.
The snow on my face melted down my neck
after I slammed the door
and escaped that academic prison.
After all,
A statue has no place
in a university of dreams.