Philosophy

I wrote this during philosophy. Don't get me wrong, I love that class. It just sometimes feels tedious and I pity Dr. Bennet and how much effort he puts into pulling us along.

Blank stares like fresh cut ham frame
the naked circle.
Plato weighs down my left
shoulder watching the limp discussion
of his life's work drag
itself through our fleshy
fingers leaving a
trail of faint recollection.
Someone tries to pick up
the sweaty mess and
toss it into
action but the unlucky receiver
fumbles
and the tangle of
philosophy careens into
the whiteboard with a wet
slap and
we watch it slip to the
granola carpet ground
and settle.