Libido in a Lecture

[heslopian]

I'm hearing about narrative,
how storytelling lives in us.
I should feel enlightened.
Galaxies of knowledge
should explode inside my head.
I should be lifted, like a stalk
of grain from the scythed pile,
to be studied and caressed
by the sun. As it is, however,
I can only focus on
the student to my right,
his bare slender muscles
and blue skinny jeans,
and what I'd like to do to him.