Absent Minded
At times, I’m a phantom,
Hauling this fleshy husk behind me.
Some days, I’m a zombie;
Me eyes see, but my brain is missing.
I wish I could do both, be in
my head and inside my body.
I wish my subconscious and I
were on speaking terms.
Instead, I’m crying over my itchy socks
When I should be doing my homework,
And I’m wondering whether I’m doing this right
When I should be feeling pleasure in our kiss.
If my head were a ghost town
Then it’d be full of tired people
Who worked the plow in the rain
And stayed in on nice sunny days.
