I misnumbered as #6 and #7, #7 and #8 yesterday. 9/30 Bad Ideas
There is a hum in the air
The professor walks into a room.
A hush of quiet --
A gaggle of girls ready to giggle
At the next dry quip,
The typically bored boys sitting straight
Both in fear and respect.
Solid chest and firm arms,
A half-smile and dance moves probably as
Lethal as his combat skills --
Won him a few battles as well,
Left a few women and men wounded,
Marked and barely walking…?
Probably? Ah, stupid head!
Every word in class was warm honey
And wood after cool rain
Hot chocolate and soft pillows of
I tilt my head and stare at blue green waves
That stared back, back when we swayed
To a band and their Beach Boys cover --
Stared back when a clever bird chased me to
Crashing into him. (I wondered what it would be like --
A further crashing and burning.
A more involved swaying…)
A girl's laugh brought me back to the present.
A hand up next,
And the questions flood again --
Amidst the whats and whos,
And especially history's whens --
Are multiple versions of a question even I
Would like answered: "Is there a woman in your life, Mr. D?"
And as if he
Can hear the crazy ramblings of my head,
He looked at me --
Quirked an eyebrow
And shot me a knowing half-smile… Goddammit, stupid head.
My cheeks warm --
And all the bad ideas start up again. 256 words