I can stop any time I want...

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Study Fail

You make me want to write bad poetry.
Names looping like drones--
Thoughts like, "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah," 
Or, "Let's dance, baby," 
Distract me from textbook logic games.
I'm more compelled by your smell than philosophy,
Your jokes than politics,
Your kindness than law.
When can I get you back in my bed?
Tomorrow night is too far for my fingers,
Too near for sighs,
Too long for focus,
Too short for anything other than
Scribbles on a legal pad.