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.