Time has frozen
like a busted freezer
who shall never see
the smile of the sun warm its days,
nor the friendly touch
of the repair man
who now collects unemployment while watching reruns of soap operas:
free of joy,
free of purpose.

With its ghost gladly gone, my brain lies dead,
buried,
all but forgotten
except for the work of a weathered tombstone
who reminds all who stumble upon it
that once,
within the halls of this skull,
thoughts once played and roamed,
but now lie languid,
weak from lack of sustenance or friendly company.

And yet…
on and on you lecture.
Every word that monotonically escapes your lips
runs mildly through my ears,
crashing uneventfully
against my crumbling attention span
that washes away to the sea of ennui,
where I drown slowly until class is over,
or the universe mercifully collapses in on itself, ending all existence with its demise.