some poems

The Lecture

My eyes feel heavy,
Lids half-closing, involuntarily,
Betraying my boredom.

His voice lulls forward,
Chunting to my ears like a rattling train
On a pointless journey.

A slight change of tone
Piques my drifting mind momentarily,
Promising interest.

But it's a mistake;
Words stuck in his throat and cleared with a cough.
The beep of death returns.