9:19 PM

seven of ten. a full ten minutes of whatever happened to catch my mind. part of this is dedicated to a teacher in my school. rated teen for the use of a smidge of cussing.

I procrastinate on homework
And write poetry instead

Listening to my music,
And contemplating vapid heads.

All of this, right at night,
At 9:19 PM

The time has changed, before I’m done
Thinking of all my rules of thumb.

Poetry night, I’ve so dubbed,
Is so much better than all this dumb

S**t that everyone else seems content to do.
But here I am,

Contemplating vapid heads,
And wondering if she’s okay.

I have a test or two tomorrow,
I have assignments due,

But all I can process currently
Is how to rhyme and cue.

All of this, I will do,
At 9:22 PM

I have a listening test tomorrow,
In the hardest language in the world.

We had a pretest earlier,
I’m sure I’ll like my score.

Thoughts like fish in bowls
Swim about my brain.

Am I going crazy?
I think I may smell rain.

I’ve missed All Things Considered
For iTunes and a shower.

I suppose I’ll find the podcast later
And give it a tentative listen.

All of this crosses my mind,
At 9:25 PM.

Tonight, I wonder why tonight,
This feels so natural.

My fingers typing at the keys
My brain working silently,

Six pages of poetry
In the course of just a little bit.

Where did I even begin?
My thoughts have turned to mist.

In a lull of words,
I check my spelling quick.

It seems okay.
When I type, I make careless mistakes,

As in math, as in spelling, as in my entire life.
Nothing but a little string of karmic careless mistakes.

I hope I didn’t scare her off,
I was trying to be kind.

But she looks as though one spoke roughly,
She’d crack and crumble and cry.

How she can be a teacher,
I may never know,

All I can imagine,
Is that she misses the sky of Gwacheon.

All of this runs in my mind
At the precise time
Of 9:29 PM.