nothing conjures creativity like late night assignments and coffee stained keyboards, sleepy frustration,

and words push pass the writing, straining to answer questions I long cast far into the past,

tongue devilishly itching to spill my guts to a screen waiting for structured paragraphs and citations,

and I sweep the chaos of verse rhyme and scribble, focus on formalities, hoping the chaos can last-

for after submission, but by then, inspiration gleefully begins to fade-

the masterpieces forever elude me after I’m victor of  deadline and grade.