Procrastination?

Well here I am again sitting in another computer lab, just on a monotonous computer, pushing repetitive keys, doing regular things.

Class is not an exciting thing, don't let them fool you. Presumably college if fun, drinking,partying, class?

Well I guess it could all be fun and game is you got classes you want but when you have astronomy, geology, algebra, and innovative mathematics, NOT FUN.

But, I guess, this way I get all of the bullshit out of the way and do the coll stuff later on.

I even talked to someone today about participating in a study abroad program. Possibly, very fun.

But, on to business, todays poem is another poem in regards to Ms. Rosenfeld, I think about her to much (repressed feelings?), that I wrote during one of my enormous, between class stints.

Snake

How I long for 10:15

Oh. Uh, yeah Oh.

I love 10:15, it is the best time;

A time when words can mingle.

When the snake crawls and slides from my mouth

Each scale glistening with distinct diction.

His snake and her snake

……………….

My snake and your snake

………………

Our snake and their snake

……………..

Intertwined in a joyful snake orgy,

Just two, or just 6,000,000,000.

Scales on Scales, caressing and pressing.

Some snakes abide to many others.

Your snake abides too, many others

Of course, I love conversing with your snake.

But when will I listen to mine?