The daydream fiasco

I fell asleep to hum of classroom folly

To the ramblings of an awkward fool

With parental ties unbroken, bedroom holy,

His lecture bored me like it did his dating pool

Time crawled on, the bedlam calmed, the chairs were creaking,

A smell of slumber filled the air,

Young sleepy minds were prepped for reaping

And my head toppled into strange cupped hands.

Falling backward. Fell behind

I was caught tightly entwined

Intimately cradled, pressed on tight

To the hip of velvet dusk delight

But the dawn then broke with ugly colours

It spilled like rancid juice across my dress

My face was flushed with coral red, and flowers

In my hair receded their petals from distress

I discovered -

The night plucked, and he plucked, on my spider thread hair

He took and he laid my hand on his endlessly bare

Starry plain, then he plucked it and tucked it

In his cold gaping lair, 

In the pockets where the shadows cascade

From the objects that he did fascinate 

Charm, stun, tranquilize, and - stupefied - castrate.

Until the day comes to thaw the embarrassment and plate

It with coffee, and eggs, and beans, and a berry jam crepe.

But then again for me the dawn done broke with ugly colors

I spilled like beads out of a tampered clam

No lightness came as light recovered,

And morning shivered as it shook my hand.

At last the 100 watts of classroom incandescence 

Pierced through my eyelid seal

The chair clasped back onto my rear-side assets,

And shifted gears into the waking real. 

The lecture ended long ago,

Gone were all but he,

Reorganizing papers, 

He turned away as I cleaned up the sleepy drool,

I thought he couldn’t read my sadness, 

But still the pity was not lost on me

I stared and stared and then I knew

That he was also looking at a fool

With no respect, or manners, or degree.