Dinosaur

I'm writing on my laptop for the first time in months. It's falling apart. It thought it was 2008...I guess it's trying to go back to its childhood. Anyway, I found this (unfinished) poem from my ancient and medieval class on it. Enjoy. 

Early Morning Art History

Where rich culture of ancient cities turn into

                Droning rambles in a foreign dialect

Lights dimmed just enough to feel the weight

                Of the previous nights work.

Low grumbles issue out of the lips of

                The lanky rebel to my left

Shit and fuck inked on either leg.

                Deep shadows from the spotlight above

Blanket the harshness of the words.

                Interrupted by dark hairs underneath the desk.

Unconsiously checking the time

                Minute by minute

The screen illuminating the pixels on the miniscule screen

                Still more time left.

Tick tick.

                Enticing me to daydream, Julius Caesar is

Assassinated.

                Nobody cares.

The world could be destroyed

                But to us, the dust dancing by the lightbulb

Is more mesmerizing.

                Doodles become our only friends.