Tuesday, October 24, 2006

In Embryology (incomplete)

Sitting here
Out of my skull
Listening to a strange little man
Talking about something called Potter's Syndrome
Over a background of students
Chattering in the corridor outside
A girl struggles with her presentation
I wish I were anywhere but here
In the sunshine
In the rain
In the pollution that turns my lungs black
As fast as your cigarettes do yours.
I wonder if it's raining where you are
If you're awake to notice or if you're stuck in work
Speaking to a stranger
Instead of me.