An old short poem

Found this poem in an old notebook of mine and thought I'd share it:

The three legged create trumpets forward,
Breaking barriers of sound and time and
struggling for cultural relevance.

Ears turned off from meaning
and opened to blasting garbage.
Dance floor boogie is dead.
Replaced with shit instead.

Faint

So a girl literally fainted in my Developmental Psychology class while we were watching a video of a live birth.  Right when the head began to pop out, she just lost all control and knocked out.  Everyone looked her way in shock, but I turned back and continued watching the movie.  I was going to let some fainted girl ruin my cinematic experience.

I eventually turned my head to look, because I thought I might look like a jackass for watching the movie while someone in my vicinity was in danger.  The teacher had brought her back to the realm of the living and was asking her questions to test her memory.  I heard an older woman behind me utter "someone oughta go fan her face".  I looked back to see the same woman walking over with a piece of paper to fan the girl's face.  Her motherly instincts took over.

The teacher cancelled the class after she called an ambulance and I headed out of class, unenlightened as to what I could expect when my time to be a father came around.  But that won't happen for quite awhile.  Sorry to disappoint you mom.

I guess I need to put some kind of image in the blog to make it more visually appealing.  Welp, here goes:

"What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured."-Kurt Vonnegut

Happy Travels.  Watch for squirrels.

Lucas