Conference Killer
The battlefield set - pitting academic against academic
In a conference, competition: who will win the day?
One skillful warrior completes his task,
the crowd eager to continue the fight
A second must be given his chance
awkwardly he sits reading, his notes becoming crumpled
as he foams at the mouth with excitement
not stopping to wipe away the spittle,
weapon wildly wielded: the mind has learned, the tongue has not
slurring well thought words with a foreign sound
Inertia gone, the crows loses interest
their eyes roaming the room like prowling cats
avoiding mutual acknowledgement of boredom
others politely look attentive, leaning forward in their seats
willing themselves to not be revealed, a yawn giving them away
Few have the endurance to outlast the incomprehensible
the lecturer surfaces from his berserking on the field
the sole survivor in the slaughter of interest
Yes, I know it's rough, but I'm having a hard time moving on it. And I'm not kidding about the spittle. The second stanza is almost reporting. Of course, so is the third. Anyways. There is some writing for the day.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Place your observations in the box.