In Class Poem by daniel kim

It’s not me, it’s not
Who I am…
Who traces every spit, that flies across rooms
And learn from
speech giving tones!

My ears bug, as like
An insect buzzing violently
In my hears,
A day without learning
Is something that dreams in the being
from this dull class.

Along the watching clock
impatiently tapping the taps
of the wavering carpets,
as while…
Minutes to hours
In every breath giving boredom,
Defining the clouds to be in
Scribbles…

My chair cranks fiercely,
yearning of this time
to consume as fast as a speeding light…