Workshop Group C: Experimental Poem

The prompt for this was to create a poem that consisted of directions.

Experimental Poem
By Jacqueline Segal

Begin seated at your desk,
fingers poised on the keyboard,
of the old, dilapidated computer in front of you,
textbook open upon your lap,
eyes focused, determined, diligent.
Or not.
Instead, turn to the phone on your right,
send a text to a forgotten friend.
her number once the most used in your list
Wait for a reply.
Too tired of waiting?
Get up and take a stretch,
Ignore the scattered pages of notes,
Pass the piles of textbooks,
filing up the empty surfaces of your room.
Make a right at the bookshelves,
Plop yourself down on the metallic blue,
bean bag of your childhood.
Grab your guitar.
Go ahead, strum a few chords.
The homework can wait, will wait.
Alright, enough fun.
Back to work.
Or not.
Go back towards the bookshelves.
Make a left, let your feet carry you back,
to the chair, at the desk,
the empty screen awaits you.
Pull up the internet,
fingers perched haphazardly on the keys,
search the endless depths of cyberspace.
Take a few moments to stare at the wall,
it's vibrant green hue dulling your senses.
Back to the computer.
Detour through the web.
It's alright, check your facebook.
Any new messages? No?
Break's over, time to work again.
Or not.
Allow your eyes to drift to the window,
take in the dirty blue color of the city skyline,
let the dismal honking of carhorns lull you to sleep.
Close your eyes,
just for a minute.
Or two.
The homework can wait.