Still in class

My poems you ask wat they mean
they were just random things
that happened to have gotten typed
as i struggled to stay awake

An Afternoon lesson

My head my head
It beats it hits
it slams
It will not stop

I bite unto
a brown sweet stick
and now i just want more

but still but still
the head drums on
i can
absorb no more

i sit
i stare
i wait
while
the mosquito flits about

I travelled away again and again
I tried hard not to though
But that land of dark and cease of care
Came fast and thick and heavy

I felt again the weight and pull
The lure of rest and lull
I felt once more the world's heaviest things
Are those small things called eyelids