High School Field Trip

High School Field Trip    
     
Blue sky cathedral    
Arches over oak pews    
Of green grass church    
Where youth paints its dream    
Mine a stoic solitude    
Lost in inner chambers    
Of monastic self love    
     
“John you like girls.”    
I sit in monkish silence.    
“And girls like you. Don’t you like John?”    
“Yea sure.”    
She lays like a vision of love  
The star in my sky    
Whom I long to reach up and touch    
“Why don’t you talk to people John?”    
“Because 99% of conversations are bullshit.”    
“Yea but that’s what life’s about.”    
     
I slip into desolate reverie    
Where my desert heart beats    
In arid sands of solitude