Dust and Drabble

The uneasy rivals the unsettled,
as these bricks will trip up even the most robed professor.
The goop and gavel spit and knock with blind,
white confidence

As the people skin their knees like clockwork.
As we cough up dust and drabble
and network with only
a little more cleavage than what is required.

Step into the mind of a complacent young man:
The answer will always be in a different direction,
in a different place and plane
from where the blood currently pumps.

The murkiness of todays' soup
rivals the wet blanket of yesterday.
Being tired is sexy now.

Keegan Shaw 3/5/20